Crumbling and tumbling come the edgings off a cliff

A cavernous range of sprawling, mountainous ruin

An iron will no longer is this

But this is not my will

A squadron of feathered warriors glide freely

Their vision piercing and true, full of meaning

An iron will can be no more evident

But this is not my will

An army of ants, cohesive and coursing

Like a river r...

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