Waters that we seek
26 December 2016
Grip my chin
Speak now over din
Crackled skin
Stretched too thin
Wade in waters to the shin
Reaching Star I’m in
Map a vow
Morrows look allow
Hurry now
The Earth plough
The ancient crests disavow
Valleys that they trow
Dare to speak
Turn not other cheek
Ancient Greek
Show us meek
In the tunnels baring peak
Waters that we seek
Reading of the poem:
Sleep will come – Bliss
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