Erosion

The water spills and I cannot erode in its time.
Merely flesh, merely mind
The unsorted conundrum of self, heart, sanity, health
lie in quiet, white sheets on the floor,
barely giving a nod to the reckless nature that created them;
barely noticing.
Today I watch the water wear away the stone,
sensing a time beyond this
listening to the speech of erosion.
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