The Sinking City

July 3, 2026

Sinking City wept

The symphony of waves

Surrounding summits anchoring perspective

Wind plucking on the power grid

Muted chords ripple on the lake's surface

Laying at the edge of the mirror

Reflection's blade strikes true

A visage upon the riverbed's monument

Drowning in moss

Showing fangs, bearing weight

Exposition of lost hope and undreamt dreams

Nightmare's fruits blooming on dried branches

Spring of darkness births the self anew

But in the shadow, piercing through

Bathed in light, undying truth

The lake's surface, opened wide

Curtain pulled, deep inside

The south island, standing still

Waiting to reflect, the sinner's will

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