Work flows through my veins
Like a river to the ocean,
It rises and falls--
Flooding my surroundings
Unsettling foundations
And sinking whole buildings.
I watch them fall,
Supporting their pieces in my current--
These fragmented structures,
Stay in my river until the drought...
If I carry them downstream
Will I be able to build anew?
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