Flowing are the rivers
Flowing are the rivers
with logs of smashed
dumb tourists
trying to
get to the finish
of this
aggressive test.
No, there's massive
jumps into
boulders
in the waters
Blood drips
and tears
and the
ultimate
is a water fall
of a chance
of
survival.
The lucky
can
get through it.
But karma
is caramel
and sticky
attractive.
and
our death
if no
subtle
respect
and
we breathe
how we live....
Copyright © Ryan Geoffrey Hayward | Year Posted 2025
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