Standing in the murky river bank
As the spirit slowly sinks into the sand
How can I conceive of this structure,
In Its colossal and crippling form?

A return to that old philosophy
Of cowardice and quiet retreat
I'll discreetly make my own way
Submit to the strength and the will of the tide

Closer and closer I inch towards the edge
Wading into the turbulent rage of the flow
complete and undeniable urge
To heed the call, to feel the fall

Currents are pulling me down too far
Crash through with shivered, strained air
Rocks at the crest for a chance yet given
Push forward, for a glimpse of the light

Further and further I look across the divide
Transfixed by victorious spoils of the land
A deafening and unyielding urge
To heed the call, to feel the fall

I sought my revival but starvation took hold
Now I long for the sinking and the treacherous cold

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