Oh, leave it alone, we all
Leave it alone. We paddle
Through crowds of other canoes,
Like Jason, until they’re all
Coffins. There’s no one in them
But us in a last canoe,
Us, ghost of all the coffins.
It’s a crowd and we’re in it
Alone. Go. Leave it alone.
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