A River Flows Through
A river flows through this fold of life,
sometimes too turbulent,
occasionally too still
even for older established streams
with sluggish circulation currency
nearly to our shore of oceanic
sea's streaming into one surfing surface
tidal stream
Sanguine river of sublime rivers
flowing and surfing out and up
and back and forth
surging and slugging
stressing and struggling
with undertow
need to flow
back home again,
to when this river's story began
to flow through this unfolding life
Sometimes too turbulent,
occasionally too still.
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