[00:19.83]High water carried her down stream[00:24.42]She watched the water's living things[00:29.16]She thought, it's not a mound with six planks of wood[00:34.05]The cardinal points to hold you up[00:36.33]Or a mountain where a shed self could[00:37.86]Feed the roots and honor the tongues of the animals[00:52.14]Drift into the moss and bloat where the peat bog pulls[01:19.29]Rolled like a felled tree[01:20.22]With arms as useless as such[01:22.68]Death's panic came, a calmness stayed, you couldn't do much[01:29.61]Just watch the water chip away at the bank eroding[01:34.95]Cut and crumbling through the spate[01:37.92]It took a father, it covered a daughter[01:40.89]Took her down, down, down[01:41.52]With the glass bottles, books, a tire[01:48.21]Collected hair tufts in the ****s[01:51.78]Snagged and wrapped in the peats[01:54.57]Dammed and trapped[01:56.73]You said, is this the ceremony?[01:59.31]I don't know, well I don't mind[02:01.98]The way we all fall in and roll down[02:04.74]Pushed through the veins and trafficked byes[02:07.50]And when your ears sit under[02:10.29]Head is half submerged down below[02:11.49]Pooling all accounts of peace while passed beneath the canopy glow