She
She's a rock and she's sinking.
Deeper and deeper.
Those supports, what supports?
Flew away.
The creator's got skill in mind and
pain in movement,
Unavoidable.
Degrading, degrading and angry.
Fresh, dripping but pent up
forever.
Screams a silent wish to float
down the waves,
Sky take my breath and
Wind my soul.
Carry it on and never let go
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