from “Psalm 212” by Stan Rice
…I was lost
And sang my broken-down songs in the hell of the hour.
Then in my heart moved an oar,
And I was found by a breeze from a door in the sea of forms
And was rowed to the cherry trees on the shore.
Selah. Selah.
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Methinks the sharks ate my oar.