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    ii. A river, thawed
    Before,
    The rush would send me toppling down
    to collect with the other sediments hiding
    at the bottom of the river.
    We closed ranks and held tight
    to the slippery land beneath us
    each grain hoping the currents
    would rush right past us.
    Later,
    when the water did catch me
    I could not differentiate
    between the parts of me that swirled
    and the stream the spiraled.
    I was looping up, back, down, forward,
    tumbling with the current.
    Travelling from my former resting place
    as a glacier,
    into a greater question mark of
    I am not we are not us is not they are who?
    I am not the sediment.
    The sediment is not the slippery slope
    beneath us.
    The slope is not the currents.
    Still,
    I fell with the sediment,
    down the slope,
    Into the currents.

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