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Erosion
- lesalexa
- Dec 18, 2017
- 1 min read
The sound of tinkling riffles
happy to encounter rocks
and undermine mountains
muffled the damage,
masked the scoured river bed.
A Bubbling hot spring,
an open wound, oozed under
sparkling, leaping, dancing waters;
erupted in the depths; spewed
acid and caustic wreckage.
How unhappy now are we
who could only hear the
music of your frothing current
faintly aware, too far away
to reach, stanch the flow below
of despair too deep for tears.
Fame creates distance among us
as does unutterable pain.
RIP, Robin Williams
Sybilla August 11, 2014