Stand on me
Out but not beneath
Mixed within
My polished kin
More than we deplete
On the dried up surface of this Earth
Look on me
Inside but from the top
Where I thought
Lives were fought
Until the rushing stopped
Just like the opposite of birth
Fall on me
On top but without the knowing
Shifting round
A placeless sound
Where the dry erosion’s flowing
Behind the dried up shores of here
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