A Country's Conscience
Tributaries of thought become rivers
which run deep...and slowly;
rapid...and passionately,
until their confluence becomes
one infinitely miscible flow
--dynamic, yet less mercurial,
because their width and depth
are too immense to easily
dilute
Copyright © Craig Cornish | Year Posted 2020
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