Turn another blinded eye, oblivious br To cattail meadows strewn sea-to-sea - br Each stalk, brazed by arctic incursions br And baked by the sun in May. br Turn it over, the fortune card, reveal br What God has granted tomorrow - br A twilight storm or rolling foment - br Behind each prize-door, br Incontrovertible evidence br For your prosecution. br br Turn another blinded eye, oblivious br To withered lake-front phantoms br Haunting shoreline stores - every br Ghostly voice of panic, unanswered on the br Glassy channels, just meters beyond br The undertow signs. br What is it that serves as your marker? br Your mentor? Your master? Your Maker? br Make your prize-door choices now - br One, two, three.