Leaning down by the water
I notice
A freedom,
Born to the current
Burning up all it's calories,
Unaware of the riversite,
Almost overwhelmed by it's joy.
Energy seems to need
No food
It is only passed,
Like running with batons
With a fury and emergency
Known only to all
Thorns and Mayfly
Crash and Ricochet
Upon the shattered water glass
The curved river-membrane
Hosts the shambolic pilgrimage
Lost little beasties
Like miniature dogs
On ice
A missing translation
Of earth's logic.
Where kilojoules chatter
Unaware that we heard
Or that we saw
The sun's flashlight
Shooing each moment
Onward
Leaning down by the water
I notice
A freedom
Priceless and undated
Born to us all
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Opaque thoughts
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Opaque thoughts
Are like
Pebbles on the beach
Paining our new dry feet
Thirsty for the water's edge
Hobbling over rocks ..
Smoothish but uneven
All us poor kids
Born every minute
Without a fucking clue
Armed with only
Nature's big joke,
The ego
Thoughts
(which in this case maybe facts)
Trickle like sand grains
From the sky
Onto these thick rocks
Telling them of dunes
Telling them of movement
'Mercurial' they all say
'If you so wish..
Viscosity of dreams'
But only those
Who know
Know