Mountains to valleys and
valleys to mountains,
Once ocean now land, once
land now ocean,
Rocks reduced to soil, soil
compacted into rocks,
Man goes to dust and dust to
man,
All in cycles, who makes? At
whose will?
Then why am I smeared with
calumny or harmony
While none of my deeds are
independent?
Arrow, Bow, Hunter, his
hunger, his birth
Or its birth, which is the
cause for the one hunted?
09.01.2001
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