A few words I nibbled off
The back of my hand
They said
"Flow in the river"
I could not understand.
My feet went for it anyways
Nothing showed confusion
So my hands played the drums this way.
My new affiliation.
I'm afflicted with the rhythm of the river
It's tempo is fueling this fever
I can't awaken until
The growing Weaver
Recides in this flowing river.
I am stuck in this desire
I'll write the epic to our delima
The one where you are unwavering
I am stuck in this desire,
To love my unchanging river.
Aug 11, 2020
Aug 11, 2020 at 10:47 PM UTC
A few words I nibbled off
The back of my hand
They said
"Flow in the river"
I could not understand.
My feet went for it anyways
Nothing showed confusion
So my hands played the drums this way.
My new affiliation.
I'm afflicted with the rhythm of the river
It's tempo is fueling this fever
I can't awaken until
The growing Weaver
Recides in this flowing river.
I am stuck in this desire
I'll write the epic to our delima
The one where you are unwavering
I am stuck in this desire,
To love my unchanging river.
I could not imagine the beat of my heart changing it's tempo. Or my veins switching places with my arteries. Buzzard. Imagine if your muse syncs without you. Sad. I can't loose my unchanging river.