So I dove Into the water Away from the pines Along the spine that centres me A force to snipe my spirit by The kind that calms and cools Relax The pines blew through with wind The spine arched up, gave in The sniper succeeded In owning my The scotch, meeting its target From the english spin Had a lot of luck To suck away at All the marrow of tomorrow The quiet murmur of morning To leave behind To trace along The spine that makes us whole

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