The Waters

It is a task. Alone. Out to water.
Is there anything that was once understood here?
Does it happen to be a place where gods once stood and wept?
Is there anything at all here?
Is there anything else here at all?

Are there barriers from here to infinity?
Do they tell us who we are?
Are we free to ignore them or
Are we guided by them helplessly like a child?

The End

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