A drop of rain into the churning sea
Dissolution into the yawning tides
I will forget what it is to be
And not knowing I will rise again only to fall
I am the inheritor of disease
Of damp black earth
My withered husk will dry upon the shore
I will become the sand
In forgotten dreams I crawl towards distant stars
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