I will see light again.
I am water, moving as always.
I flow on—for me, there is no end.
A silver sliver, through cracks I wend,
down the slick rock, another dark day.
I will feel light again.
The earth pulls me, and I descend
deep, narrow passageways,
yet I flow on—for me there is no end.
Water can rend—
rip, tear, rot, hasten decay—
yet I will welcome light again.
Might water also mend?
Polish, smooth and amaze?
I flow on—for me, there is no end.
I turn to vapor and ascend.
I transform, yet something always stays.
I will touch light again.
I flow on—for me there is no end.
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