The Mountain of Her

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The mountain of her
Carved in eons
As the water flows

Permeating earthy flesh
As we try to quantify her
Measuring fluctuations

How do we gauge
The way we have loved?
How hopeful we’ve been?

The river of her
Flows into her own succession
Marked not by time

But by all the mountains

Creating the world

In her. – TS