Along the ridge, a narrow path.
Waves of wind fill the valley high.
The mountains plunging into the lakes.
Birds pull clouds across the sky.
Time can't reach us. It won't need us. It can't take us
along the path, a shallow lake.
Sun-warmed water, sleeping clear.
The forest giving way to sand.
We'll never know what brought us here.
Time can't reach us. It won't need us. It can't take us along.

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