I could point you out on the riverbed
The only rock that hasn't changed
Cold, wet, hard, gray, unmovable.
Unmovable. I drift past you
Reduced to granite, stuck, glued
Wedged. I'll drift as long as I can.
by E. M. Soos
November 04, 2004
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