Pushing my way upstream to be where you are; is not one of my highest dreams.
Being one of many little tributaries isn’t so far from the place, you say to be.
And yet I find myself doing just that. Pushing and striving to understand.
Until I am empty as a dry river bank looking for what I already have at hand.
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