erosion

there it was
this small hill,
this little insignificance
that once stood
as a mountain in the clouds;
that once rose as rocky precipice
tearing the sky open

now low brought
by wind and by rain,
low brought in numbness,
slow and prodding,
year by year by year;
and no one even sensed the difference
save for the ease of the climb
and loss of the view

 

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