All we have are our words.
The less visible these faces,
The more reverberation of momentous confabulation...
Like Rivers upon Rivers soon one day meet.
Contort of waterlogged riverbed do pleat,
Beneath, torment of the flushing drink.
Compulsory gesticulation fighting a war with every stone shone a diamond glint.
These Chimney flats make passing this freshet;
Seem more as cavorting a rivulet.
A light endeavor that time will dissolve,
Forever in motion this life will revolve.
Hiding amongst the trees is this rivers spirit,
merely masking it’s sentiment with lyric,
Claiming it’s home in the Cosmo’s blue Hydro-spheric.
Writing a path, in your mind you will hear it.
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