A mighty mind tsunami
Enfolding undercurrent power
Swirling sweeping all away
A drenching steepled tower
Debris strewn with every memory
Shattered crumpled drowned
Cast away in overflows
Left to drain in pointless mounds
Something quietly is stirring
In the midnight chime of dark
Waiting for a striking early light
One last fighting chance to spark
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