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Oct 2012
It drifts as time moves
The concentration the same, the fluid stretched thin
Going from lake to creek
Same material
Different movement
Different shape
Reviving itself

Lakes compound stagnation
with benefits of submersion
with risk of drowning
Beware of drifting
a base deprived of sun

Creek is movement
Life is passed through
No depth
Traded for flow and conservation
Calming, no splashes
Feels white, Visible trenches
Gather your footing.

Time is key, purpose fatal
Each becomes the other
Only if the path is given
Evolution of matter
Calming of peril, Understood change

The muck of the chest
runs babbling through the ditches of skin and bone
Without this
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