The river has neither a source nor end
From whence its flowing waters begin;
As destiny springs with neither promise of fate
Nor runs with reasons that hold spate
Against relative distances beyond reach
Or provide a base-time that will teach
That stepping into the dark waters of immersion
Will be an exquisite equivalence of cosmic inversion
Where sleep travels upon the trails of light
And a single thought envelops the night.
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