in this dark dark drift i was slowly edging south
pulled by the satanic winds of hell
ever so slightly
ever so slowly
but as soon as i thought it was over and i had reached my end
the sky parted and the sun broke through
an angelic scene actually without the birds
but of a quite healing wind turned my ship around
the spirit of truth that is not truth
the small hands of pine tree reaching out
and things started looking up.
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