The Rock I

You:  the one solid
indestructible reef of rock
I dash my hands upon 
in these late waters
all else spilled and gone
you: still the one
all high and dry rising
from the flood gone down
the offer long declined and done
rock unclimbed
prize unwon
heart and eyes too thrawn
you: the cliff
I dash myself upon.
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