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Riverbeds Hewn in MarrowAll rivers diverge from centreTorrents rage through clutching fingers Stealing into the nothing The frailty of all that breathes and bleeds Now revealed, in the lifeblood of a first son And I would silence all the world That your essence would sustain So deep the channels run, Carved into darkness and nothing And would that I could hold the world at bay But the infinite slips through wearied fingers (Stealing into the nothing) All rivers diverge from centre Torn away, into the quiet |