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#whitewater
Black as coal Darker than a moonless night sans stars As blind to sight as a blizzard to a snowflake is this mystery drawn compelled inexplicable Yet with sooooooooooooooo many black holes one has to wonder How ever does this universe exist? Einstein would have thot it child's play "Simple you bafoons, One creates the chaotic world they exist in and the other is throughly entrenched in the theory of a chaotic universe — so no matter the head banging there is a river running thru and rivers of l o v e are rare And when found run d E E p p e r than imagining. Flowing strong from time immemorial till time ceases to exist. But rivers Be they crashing as white water over hidden boulders or pooled black as night masquerading as swimming holes never,never,never run clear and bubbling Like brooks strayed from streams. rivers are a. L. I. V. E In constant f, l, u,x Always flowing Ever moving. So why are you surprised to witness this miracle? E=MC2 " [Silly, expecting constancy when change is the only constant to be true]
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Mar 1, 2019
Mar 1, 2019 at 3:39 PM UTC
ebb and flow
Buoyant, Oblivious Drunk on manufactured insouciance - How did we did not notice life’s quickening - As we were caught by the pertinacious story-currents Of our lives. The torrent Of consequences delayed Long disconnected from their antecedents; Of our personal mythologies - Lies, truth and misremberances Churned together into an exploding froth: The anxious anticipation Of our ineluctable destruction At the base of the falls Where the water, like a perpetual gospel choir Shouts and sings in joyous celebration at being made whole. So we hold on tight. To whatever we can. To today. To each other.
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Apr 18, 2018
Apr 18, 2018 at 3:40 PM UTC
The ride ahead