Whiter Waters

I think I shall return

to whiter waters

where needle-pointed spray

may pierce my need

drench my soul in deluge

ride the rapids

to vapoured mist

I think I shall accede

I think I shall resign

to white-crest stallions

on bareback mount

the tempests till I’m thrown

relinquish reins

and lose all steering

in whiter waters drown

on winds be blown

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