The River
The distance came from the bottom of
the river rising up and over like a voice rushing to declare
something is truly happening wondering
when it stops and how much destroyed in this wake
you can see clearly into the distant
future like throwing out a line and catching it when it comes
but soon you won't know me drifting as
I do or making my own waves then going against the current
and how to clean it up rains will come
when everything is a chance you still take out your boat
power against power not hearing a thing
from you maybe we just want to be gone as in blitzed
into that sun fighting and fighting the
distance was coming and time flew like a scared bird
we can't keep
s.m.g.
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