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And it flows...... 
 
 
 I wandered ,lost and weary 
 high upon the hillside 
 trickling down, frowning and wondering... 
 the natures of freedom and spare 
 where the core and the boundaries 
circle in parallel with the universe 
whilst battles below slashing for a fare, 
...and clanging steels of shining pride. 
 A ringing echoes like musical spheres. 
 sweat ruuning down grooves of wear, where 
 weathered surfaces bruised and stretched 
 half buried, peeking through the tears 
until the crust burst open wide 
and flows into the thrusting tide.

And it Flows.......