months written in
and gone like years flew by
steady with every pulse
that gives way underground
and finds us trapped in oblivion
all the silent stones around us
pleading for signs of dignity
and not to be crushed and buried
though we may not be strong
we are gullible and frail
all around us might give way
any second, to what
we'll never know
from deep under the crystal waters
we still try to make our way through
and while keeping pace with our breathing
i looked down
long edges of clocks
fighting waves of time
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