Drawstring.

Empty chairs cross cut and sawn the box built 

then split between four those drawstrung strides 

to shores they rode the shellac lines 

drawing bows In hearted curves on equine chalks 

they strode music of the twine of gourd 

and whiney following the hidden snakes 

that created the trail before foot 

marked out the steepe climb to satisfy 

thirst with silver and gold.

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