River flowing rapidly past me, dragging me at the
last second into it's muddy waters, burying me
beneath it's rapid force of will.
Hearing voices of angels, singing above, playing their
harps in melodies of satin and lace.
Swirling into depths of tomorrow, opening eyes, seeing
plateaus opening onto heaven's gates.
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