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You,
infinite waters,
moved me,
the immovable boulder,
from the mountains,
churned me in your white rush,
cut me into pieces,
and shaped me
into the rounded stone I'm today.

I carry in me
history of the once immovable mountain
and the promise of growth in these plains.

For now, I'm a rounded stone.
Though you carry me,
I direct your flow in eddies around me.
And I happily exist in your carving waters.
That is
my statement in defiance.