Streams in river
Flowing in layers
Ending what I call a river
I see me
After living
In tremendous ignorance
A layer flowing above me still
Hinting at something more
Some other layers in self pity
As I land up in a layer deep
The image above me dies
Ending what I call ends
For the depth still persists
I come here
I lose there
The movement born
From something that ends
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