the river ever rides it's road
does it know from whence it flowed?

where does it end, the sea or the cloud?
from wave's crash to thunderclap loud

can you ever behold it, or know it in full
or only see a small portion of the whole

does not it's name imply a restive rumbling
flowing, cascading from mouth, tumbling
to shore, to hips and waist, to swell, stumbling
to bend, winding, lazily meandering, mumbling

fumbling; the fount of all truth
fleeting, floundering, like youth

inevitable, inexorable as age
rapid, roaring, rolling as rage

still waters belie the grave





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