I am a victim of my own devising
I am a shooting star
I am a singer who begs revising
I stand with truth and a cracked guitar
So steer the course without a rudder
swim the sea in a ripping tide
If words won’t lift me over Jordan
I’ll beg the porpoise for a ride.
Send me a moon to trace the water
Send me a cat to climb the dawn
Ring the bluebells, mix the mortar
Build a cairn when day is gone.
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