The rivers' spring and swollen birth,
The water has broken, new earth.
The valleys are fertile again,
New cries of life as birds return.
Amidst the destruction and dismay...
Comes the strain hardening that failed.
The venn says three,
We are capable of three, before we abandon memory;
And roll back and wake to whatever is happening
For bones heal harder than they broke
The five and seven of it are real,
We experience causation after all...
But perhaps on our myopic scrutiny
Proves false to deconstructions of logic.
Even though, perhaps life builds on the broken
While building both Up and Down for succor.
The water has broken, new earth.
The valleys are fertile again,
New cries of life as birds return.
Amidst the destruction and dismay...
Comes the strain hardening that failed.
The venn says three,
We are capable of three, before we abandon memory;
And roll back and wake to whatever is happening
For bones heal harder than they broke
The five and seven of it are real,
We experience causation after all...
But perhaps on our myopic scrutiny
Proves false to deconstructions of logic.
Even though, perhaps life builds on the broken
While building both Up and Down for succor.
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