Will it be full by October
Is the overgrown greenery
Ever to be calmed
Might the sound of the waterfall
Keep evil spirits at bay
Such as my dark sides
Such as my depressive depths
Are the pebbles simply pebbles
Or do they bring
The energy of the oceans
Their stories of the seas
Such that as the day turns on
We will turn on with it
As waves rising and falling
As tides ebbing and flowing
Knowing full well
That it is we ourselves
Who transport we ourselves
Back and forth as we choose
Wearing whatever we wish
To suit the tremulous times
When all that we hope for
Is almost within our reaching
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