Dredge the River Bottom

I can see my breath

Miles under the river

Fading away like smoke

From a hot lead barrel;

I can see blood

Slithering away

A tall beautiful serpent

Clouding my moonlit night

With its mottled rattle;

I can see the end

Unwilled by the water

It only mirrors what it sees

Beneath floating canoes

That glide untouched

By my watered down screams;

I can see myself falling

Into this deep enchanted slit

Losing breath to life spans of bubbles

Just waiting for a light

Burning white like the moon

To show me where to go next.