now invulnerable.
Driven by a primal power.
A mind as hard as rock.

Impervious to rain
a blank cob
floats above the flood.

Soon it will be dormant.
Consumed by the muck.
But once it had lived.

Full yet hollow.
It will figure itself out.

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