The trickle slinking
deep within you
once roared and cut
your current cliffs.
Your spire slipping
into the sky
once hid as metal
deep underground.
I feel shifting:
currents within me
once churned and now
run tranquilly
My simple singing
into the sky,
now buried in memory
deep under time.
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