Alone Together 

A young heart of stone,
how it stood,
Paused, ravaged,
forgotten, lonesome,
yet beautifully inseparable,
One with the earth.
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Epilogue

Braided streams,

Carving fissures on rocks,

Shifting recklessly

to an endless surf,

Retreating into smoke on sand,

and uniting, finally,

In a dreamy surreal mist.