But Now

Our empty dishes
thrown out  swollen heads
hunter  and  huntee is setting in
for a game and  a full plate
Hope is revived by the pulse
of our swaying rhythm
rather soon than later in the day
and then again
bathing in the river
watched are the shores being washed
You start where i stopped
offer a sense in  direction 
where lost are the wishes
blown are  the winds 
our kin in flight 
In transmutation we are hanged
and swayed into  the novelty  
straight honestly ironed
and solid sober
but yawned
Watched are the currents
 washing the wishes 
and our worn out thoughts
we’re not coming back to the same road
off with your  precious stones 
showers  of fine dust
in time we die
but now ...

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