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The impetus Of being       Always on the run                Through pinwheel eyes                               Those standing by                                           The mystic roadway                                      River Blues yet to be brushed                            or in blush                            Of evening chill's breathing a canvas like windows dreaming felt All mindful And chockful O'                           Wonder Then ponder            Yonder "window breaks"                          Past the wilderness' sleep Bone heavy wood                              Umber earth          Past the rush of liquid Folding in itself / as a soundtrack                          Listen       Pedestrian be Mindful                    of the cautionary whales                                                   Ahab's yell                                   Obsessions                            Fears                       Or loathing One's drowning in one's sleep Look wildly widely                               Blithely                                     Down river                      Or up there beyond finger's point                                    Sidewinder snake journeys                                                    Until sky and below it                              All meet The distance Now only a line                       Coalescing what is beyond            Our ability to see                Far and away Evanescent         Effervescent                  Ever after                                    River. Life. (Don't leave...) Here         We are now                             The spirit fluent         With the rapid rivers loud                             Always on the run Currents like a child's curiosity ... When or why                         does it end                  Where do we go?                      Like most things existing,            Will lead to the high art / love's deep oceans            We often forget to seek                               And mind                                      the sublimations ...                                                             d­riftwood. So then, Begin with a dot, a line                      A speck of dusk                      A burst of light                                         A starry sky, pieces to mastering                    Raging fragility of water Liquid undulations                       Folding itself in / volumes Or falling from on high                     A droplet cry Then lightning                    (crash or bloom) From the heavens                                        like electric rivers So brilliantly                    Festoons Where do we go        There and here / underfoot                    Over north / southern sleep                                    To oceans twilight deep Go wrapped or map-less Or no             Up yonder There up there                        Everywhere                                     All without fear My heart like the river yearns                  To go toward the sun                        A flow / the beating drum Always on the run... And            Yet                    Still                             Here.                                                                                              RIVER.
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Dec 26, 2016
Dec 26, 2016 at 4:05 PM UTC
RIVER (repost)
The impetus Of being       Always on the run                Through pinwheel eyes                               Those standing by                                           The mystic roadway                                      River Blues yet to be brushed                            or in blush                            Of evening chill's breathing a canvas like windows dreaming felt All mindful And chockful O'                           Wonder Then ponder            Yonder "window breaks"                          Past the wilderness' sleep Bone heavy wood                              Umber earth          Past the rush of liquid Folding in itself / as a soundtrack                          Listen       Pedestrian be Mindful                    of the cautionary whales                                                   Ahab's yell                                   Obsessions                            Fears                       Or loathing One's drowning in one's sleep Look wildly widely                               Blithely                                     Down river                      Or up there beyond finger's point                                    Sidewinder snake journeys                                                    Until sky and below it                              All meet The distance Now only a line                       Coalescing what is beyond            Our ability to see                Far and away Evanescent         Effervescent                  Ever after                                    River. Life. (Don't leave...) Here         We are now                             The spirit fluent         With the rapid rivers loud                             Always on the run Currents like a child's curiosity ... When or why                         does it end                  Where do we go?                      Like most things existing,            Will lead to the high art / love's deep oceans            We often forget to seek                               And mind                                      the sublimations ...                                                             d­riftwood. So then, Begin with a dot, a line                      A speck of dusk                      A burst of light                                         A starry sky, pieces to mastering                    Raging fragility of water Liquid undulations                       Folding itself in / volumes Or falling from on high                     A droplet cry Then lightning                    (crash or bloom) From the heavens                                        like electric rivers So brilliantly                    Festoons Where do we go        There and here / underfoot                    Over north / southern sleep                                    To oceans twilight deep Go wrapped or map-less Or no             Up yonder There up there                        Everywhere                                     All without fear My heart like the river yearns                  To go toward the sun                        A flow / the beating drum Always on the run... And            Yet                    Still                             Here.                                                                                              RIVER.
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Dec 26, 2016
Dec 26, 2016 at 4:05 PM UTC
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