[…]

up the poisoned river
under the watching eyes of that sentry glade
past the old bridge, with its stories of before
around those bends (take care, take heed!)
around those bends again (take shelter!)
around again and towards the rise of day
and when day rises
so does danger
so does memory
so does fear
take shelter then and trust to the currents
take shelter then and trust to the mirrors
take shelter then and hope.

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