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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. Do not leave... And 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. Begin with a dot, a line                      A speck of dusk                      A burst of light                                         A starry sky, pieces to mastery                    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 23, 2015
Dec 23, 2015 at 12:07 AM UTC
butch-decatoria
RIVER
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. Do not leave... And 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. Begin with a dot, a line                      A speck of dusk                      A burst of light                                         A starry sky, pieces to mastery                    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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Standing by the riverrun a lone a last a everything the mass was floating and unfolding I was the engine she was the chorus. Twisting about the bend One fell one fall one everything the mess was unfolding and holding I could only touch her if she was nune. Looking past the looking-glass Her nerves her curves her everything the miss was touching and forever I be gone and be all by the riverrun.
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May 18, 2014
May 18, 2014 at 9:21 AM UTC
martin-kroyer
Standing by the Engine
Standing by the riverrun a lone a last a everything the mass was floating and unfolding I was the engine she was the chorus. Twisting about the bend One fell one fall one everything the mess was unfolding and holding I could only touch her if she was nune. Looking past the looking-glass Her nerves her curves her everything the miss was touching and forever I be gone and be all by the riverrun.
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