There is a place inside of me
Deep inside of me
Where a rocky steam flows
It catches and tumbles on the rocks
But it moves with a rhythm
Familiar as a heartbeat
Regular as a clock
It flows in a circular path
Downhill, then inexplicably
Back up again
Effortlessly
Until now
Now the stream has swollen
It has overspilled its banks
The rocks are submerged
Beneath a great tide
It's pulling at the cliffs
Mowing down trees
Help me
I'm drowning
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