A glistening lake
squeezes out sorrow
in a salutory ritual
I can't bring myself to perform
It's surface calms me
because others don't
it's coolness shades me
from the heat of pain
wash over me and take me
with you
to the stony underworld
your valleys made
So I can carve into the rock
because that is all I really am
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