I had nothing started but everything going
In patterns, in air, falling one after another
Halfway in, curled in the back
They're still in the water
They're still seen
Knees gushing, dented from a smooth rock worn
Hope fades into desire
I look into the ravine
The valley, top to bottom, flooded
Northernmost, looked down upon, or forgotten
Or not known to begin with
Now seen on maps as a stretch of green
Hope fades into desire
All destruction
I had no plans
Eighty feet straight down
I had no plans
Eighty feet straight down
Hope fades into desire
Desire
All destruction