The line thrown onto

still waters

half a chance to win


every place has a name

a marking to be found


water circles the ankles

a baptismal washing

into beauty

the opening of the eyes


we eventually discover

the end of the road

back where we started


the first breath relived

the last one a story

inscribed on the

heart of stone




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