in the potent range
bleak awhile here gleams
no monument of you here rains
water like muscle here beckons
your resolve
like sand in a tilted hand
be glad of it
who else would you be
so many hours deep
hovered here
making mud
bleak awhile here gleams
no monument of you here rains
water like muscle here beckons
your resolve
like sand in a tilted hand
be glad of it
who else would you be
so many hours deep
hovered here
making mud