I lay
I stretch out after rain
And soon after I drain
I am unclean and unclear.
Dark wood surrounds me
I've never seen through
The other side and in the middle
Are thing 'ever new.
The questions are sometimes taken away
A wildfire plays around
Dying wood, but no one to hear the sound
I wait for rain, night and day.
My bordering rocks soon become a bed
We have an intense relationship in my head
I wear them down, but they still stay
I'm grateful, without them I wash away.
I'm on the bottom of the planet
Everything casts a shadow over me
I have a large face, but am shallow set,
On the bottom, but I reflect the top.
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