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Forces, a poem
o'er and o'er the Mountain flows
down the musty ravages of Time.
i stand at the brink and watch
the crystal Water plummet.
it falls to a white foamy Death
where nothing is as it should be.
my Heart pumps Warmth through
my conscious body.
my Soul battles Temptation as
i stand listening to the moaning Wind.
Poem copyright 1994, Christopher Mayer