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UNDER
I
I AM the undertow
Washing tides of power
Battering the pillars
Under your things of high law.
I AM the undertow
Washing tides of power
Battering the pillars
Under your things of high law.
II
I am a sleepless
Slowfaring eater,
Maker of rust and rot
In your bastioned fastenings,
Caissons deep.
I am a sleepless
Slowfaring eater,
Maker of rust and rot
In your bastioned fastenings,
Caissons deep.
III
I am the Law
Older than you
And your builders proud.
I am the Law
Older than you
And your builders proud.
I am deaf
In all days
Whether you
Say "Yes" or "No".
In all days
Whether you
Say "Yes" or "No".
I am the crumbler:
To-morrow.
To-morrow.
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