Driving a canoe,
The sky burns hot,
The sun seems blue,
And i swim in oblivion.

With a heavy head,
i sit astride my white swan,
Taking flight from the deck,
Just. Out.

You smile,
In this whirlwind i dance.
You insist you're fine,
But i see the blood.

Deliberately ambiguous.
Two tails, No head.
Why her?
These are my hands.