today the winter water beckons,
bringing spring rain to the surface:
i am cold
i am cold
in winter water
and we move these bones
stiff, cold
but i am young
i am young
with the water of winter
and we travel
the surface, the depths
i am near
i am near
grey ghosts,
the winter water
with silent movements beneath the surface
but still, i am listening
i am listening
i am listening.
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