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By:Pavel Zapletal Listen. Do you hear it? A distant Sound, a river maybe, Constant and persistent, Rushing and falling. If you close your eyes and listen, You will hear it. Or maybe you can't hear it Because you are in it, Surrounded, Rushing and falling. Tumbling like a pebble caught in the current. You can't stop. You don't want to stop, You want to Go. You are the Blood, Pumping through the veins of the city. Surging by day, and slowing down to a trickle by night. Always in motion, We each do our part to perpetuate the flow. The Sound of countless treading wheels, And growling angry engines Washes over the land. When you listen, you will hear me. I am out there somewhere, Rushing and falling, coming or going, In the fluid mass where we are many... Where we are One. |