What fills us
Came from the outside
Yet’s our shape.
We human lakes that
Sit apart,
In mountain shadows,
Never still,
Yet going nowhere,
Ceaselessly.
Within the Lake – 1
What fills us
Came from the outside
Yet’s our shape.
We human lakes that
Sit apart,
In mountain shadows,
Never still,
Yet going nowhere,
Ceaselessly.
