The sight of a pale sun rising
Sending its reflection
Slowly out over the water
The sound of gentle waves lapping
As the tiny swells break
On the stony shore of memory
The knowledge that no matter what trouble
The world has gotten itself into now
The swift-flowing current will, must go on
Must carry all the transgressions
And with them the triumphs
Of ten thousand years’ humanity
Following its course to the sea
Where it forfeits itself
And it is too deep for memory
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