These fragments I have shored against my ruins

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Ownership Society

And no rock  
If there were rock  
And also water  
And water  
A spring
A pool among the rock  
If there were the sound of water only  
Not the cicada  
And dry grass singing  
But sound of water over a rock  
Where the hermit-thrush sings in the pine trees  
Drip drop drip drop drop drop drop  
But there is no water