there is a river that flows
through the fabric of our being,
vitality within.

a convergence of convulsing capillaries
reinforced with life,
delicate like a spider's web,
glistening like a galaxy of stars;
the shimmering dewdrops that make up the moments we never forget.

there is a maelstrom in my mind,
that stirs the tranquil waters
of my soul.

the river meanders, forever wondering;
where is the sea,
but it's waters cannot swell without
a thousand conjoining trickles.

so the river runs,
its course never set,
a tear on moisture-stricken skin,
never losing momentum.

so run river,
get to the sea.