Thunderous barrage
Torrent of silvered arrows
Falls relentlessly
Strikes; again, again
Sluice erodes, washes away
Obliterating
All that’s left behind
Dull black stone, smooth and heavy
Untouched. Pernicious.
Slow coalescing
Round that insidious weight
Can’t be left behind
Reformed now, standing.
Slowly start to move again
Fighting its cold pull.
05.06.15
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