But I find myself uneasy,
So long was the path took,
That brought me to state
And blew the rocks ashore,
That crashed as mountain drew,
Too long had stepped in path,
For no longer a path shown,
No road to walk; no step to take,
And as I breathe the final air
Vanquishes myself into shadow,
That me with it replace
For no sooner to bathe ahead,
The sound of silence to steep,
The long way to take ahead
Should have been sought,
But in his silence suffered,
Thus to take a light dimmed,
Moving away from it all,
Finds himself amidst a fall,
Where time stops for once,
And Nature now listens.

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