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THE DOORS lyrics : "horse latitudes"

When the still sea conspires an armor
And her sullen and aborted
Currents breed tiny monsters

True sailing is dead
Awkward instant
And the first animal is jettisoned

Legs furiously pumping
Their stiff green gallop
And heads bob up

Poise
Delicate
Pause

Consent
In mute nostril agony
Carefully refined

And sealed over

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