The empire broken,
Coastlines sunken, some mountains
And rivers persist.
Clouds without shadows
Slip under the earth,
And the earth cannot resist.
Daylight finds another end,
Tongues of flame on toppled shelves.
The burnt and the green all glow.
Now cloudless skies deposit
Waves of light as sediment,
And the ghosts are free to go.
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