Rivers and canals weave there way inducing meditative contemplation of the delicate forces that govern this Earth. So violently beautiful in their soft movement, serene, invigorating. I am surrounded, envisioning a soft ride to Nirvana within this flow. I açhe, long for meaning, abolishing religious views forced. I desecrate your Christ for his failure, his illusionary tale all have bought. I pity the desperation so rampantly spread, an airborne contagion. I laugh at the book of of lies you live by to provoke reaction, see disgust, feel the loathing. I use holy water to inject misery. The one called Christ has yet to stop suffering as I fall towards the river cradling this cancer stricken çhild. Floating on pride realizing I am the power all seem to crave. I am the universal dream unseen, the tree which bares no fruit, the water,grass. I am a  insect begging for survival, a clown in search of laughter, a parasite in search of a host, the leaf which falls upon the earth within the nights silence. I am decomposition which takes life, the horror which terrorizes the children at night, the silent scream, tortured dream, I am insomnia. I am  death, breath, Agony vrand the Joy of a newborns eyes of wonder. I am the river that flows at my feet, the blindness to truth. I am but a current of life an all encompassing understanding. I am serenity in all her glory, cancer in remission leaving you wondering, a martyr sacrificing sacrificing time in a sTeal cages to search for answers to unasked questions finding truth in self, terrified within this soft shell tears forming entrails to feed upon the hatred of fear.
         A ruler lost in a kingdom sadness. The rapids spell a violent reprisal from this grazed Field, my body weakened by disease a flow I can't endure much longer. The beauty, the violence coexist so perfectly balanced. This river offers everything yet nothing, offers a soft bank to rest my weary head and contemplate the poppies soft promise of grandeur.