Go to the place
of sand and rock
Where many things
lie forgot
An underground rainbow
leads the way
Pointing to where
a porcelain shovel lay
A blanketed crevice
behind a stone arrow
Shows the path
you need to follow
Find the next clue
under a ledge
Seek out the band
in the edge
Still tumbling rocks
lead you farther
To the rippling
shark fin’s water
Look behind him,
foolish hunter
He swims away
from my shelter
If finding me
is what you seek
And when you lost me
I felt meek
A person whose life
was ruled by fear
May have come
to find rest here
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