The Wader

Thoughts trip, sentences slip,
Language is filigree and fire.
Snatching ego, sliding grip
Diamonds sink into mind, mire.

Wading mud, western mythology 
Fingers siren slick, palms dragon damp. 
I pan for gold, conscious clarity. 
Click, connect, ride the bell curve's slump. 

I thrash, I force, I wait, a spark moves forward.
Gold! Deeper rivers pull from its shimmer. 
Shamanic Agenda, the fancy actioned.
A breath. The plunge. I am the wader.

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