Canyon

A foreign voice,
bob and drift
yours, 
further down
after years 
streaming
trapped in hesitation. 
and drown
Rusty and broken, 
winding 
“This is me,”
cries
it says. 
thrashing
“This is me,” 
doppler in effect
it agreed. 

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