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The rocks grew dark beside the lake,

cooling, held in the sand, still, alive,

taking on the same blue shade now, all five:

mountain, lake, sand, me, and rock.



Here in the just-lost-light, Time is caught.

The eye is not blind, yet trying to see, it cannot.

Feel the meeting margins of Time and Clay as they hover;

I am one in Nature, as its lover.

     they twirl and pause,

          and me they cause

               to state their plan :

                    "I think, therefore I am!"