In the Erosion

Here the river rages at such high speeds

The mountain could never keep up

The mountain never moves, never weeps

At its highest elevation, water freezes up

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But here a cutting closeness bleeds

Lashed by water and carved by stone

The roaring silence of antipodes

Locked arm in arm in sweet erosion

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There’s a love, a hate beyond our knowing

That keeps energy still and matter flowing

A timeless shore that shifts each day

Where years are set and swept away

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So kneel and feel upon your face

The river’s lashes and stone’s hard grace

Let cold fusion fill your hands

Drink grains of water and droplets of sand