To some, the feeling of impermanence
is submerged in enigmatic questions,
hidden under waves of doubt.
These circular propositions have held in
my thoughts
lying awake, ceased by the resonant
sounds of my silent bedroom,
waiting for the waning moments of the
night
to find the dawn and me – one more time.
A river flows to its eventuality the sea,
seeking to commune with self and all that
may arrive
in given time;
evolving perpetually back to the origin
spring
that will then seek again the rivers’
wend to the waiting of her Mother Sea.
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