Beneath the surface layer,
In the earth,
In the realm of under-wraps haunts,
Decayed flesh, muddy water,
Avalanche-like mass in rapid surge,
Cryptic heap of sands,
Transpiercing brambles,
Struggle annelid worms,
Twisting and turning,
Tumbling among themselves
Like a river slapping against the crags,
Striking the pebbles rushing,
And ruining the remnants left,
Of a crag, of the pebble sunken underground.
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