WINE AND GATES

A Thought That Walks On Water

cool, thought the average man
the wind in my song, like a sail to somewhere new
found in my palm, the electric word of can
that salutes the soul of a same, sound for simplicity for sand, is so

but the toe of courage, where is my face with thee
like the light of summation, i could sware is my reward
is a lock of imagination, made with a hideous key
the thread of distinction that made me, is somehow a form to the hard

long looks from the shore, say i am who is at fault
the ship to toss, even keep the bidding waves
is more than i can afford, if but found the shame of salt
this is the honor i saw, and the honor i gave

but long is the tongue of the sea
made to bother, many to order
the comment of indignancy, be
think i, the tried and the true wake is ours for all, a word there

blind old toe, with a history without a rose
the kind that makes thee a simpler have, is older than those
by the dimming light i profess for yours, is an instinct that owes
liberty in reasons from, the pale mention of blood that knows


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