Beneath your weighty boughs

and those grains of time you pile

as though you have something to save

I wait for you

holding the mountains of your creation

the outer layers adding density to the inner

Pause

Take your breath beyond

let the weight of your time slip

into the river of glass

peer into the depths below

and see me shining back at you

 

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