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See the water receding back into the endless abyss
Feel the pull as it gathers strengths in the thousands
Tiny waves coalescing into one
Before it breaks upon the immovable cliff face
Nothing less will make a difference
But something as grand is only mutable
Until the edges are worn by the relentlessness
As the mineral is shaved away by the layers
To not be seen and understood
Until the final blow is dealt
The consequence becomes too shocking
For the cliff rooted in its position
More than a chip off the shoulder
A gaping hole of what once was
The water surrounding the broken piece
Consuming whole the bitterness of old
There is a time for traditions
But there is also time for change
To not allow the growth of all things
Is to let them be enraged
- pyxisjaded