Physiognomy

So I dove Into the water
Away from the pines
Along the spine that centres me
A force to snipe my spirit by
The kind that calms and cools
Relax

The pines blew through with wind
The spine arched up, gave in
The sniper succeeded
In owning my

The scotch, meeting its target
From the english spin
Had a lot of luck
To suck away at
All the marrow of tomorrow
The quiet murmur of morning

To leave behind
To trace along
The spine that makes us whole