all we can do is look on silently
while the water recedes and uncovers
our lives and everything we have known
and done and fixed and destroyed
slowly reveals itself in tangled knots
and piles of wreckage that can't possibly
be the world we had known before
our blank faces reveal too much of
our end and our beginning
the day before and then tomorrow
seem too far away
so out of reach
so much to be done
so much is gone
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