I stand between mountains, and mirror the sky,
Guide her vessel across my body,
She feels safe - and is kept dry.
She dives -
And spilling endlessly around her,
I ease her swim,
Exiling woe and banishing sin.
The obedient fish guard her borders,
Drinking roots, pay attention - ready for orders.
Dropping softly the leaves do fall,
Like tears of my struggle
Unseen and ignored.
For all that I command, and endeavor to do,
Her heart remains blind -
And mine liquid blue.
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