Things Now Here,
Or To Come
A mighty river carves
And reshapes the land.
Fed by the mountains
And torrents blown inland.
But eventually,
It’s power spent,
The serpent will
Drift languidly into a delta.
It becomes a thread consumed
By the vast sea of existence.
Such is the end
Of all great forces.
Though the rain will feed
The river once more,
Nothing can
Last forever.
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