Even Eden ebbs and
flows
We had
better see now
this
moment,
light or
dark
is only
surface.
Black fly
On white
porcelain,
Perhaps
It found
the end of days.
A king now
resting in state.
Just the
hard pounding river
Impatience
fuelled by last night’s rain
Peat
stained tan water dunning,
Hearing
drowned awash in noise
One hundred
thousand strands
Making one
river flow.
Wait
I wanted to write more;
The sun shifted
Distance intervened.
Wait
Nothing changed
Nothing altered.
Always the dream
The raging desire
To shape the world to my eyes,
Weave of the ebb and flow
Fresh forms still en-dewed -
At last seeing with no eyes at all.
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