Wednesday, January 21, 2015

Sunvarmint Slips Through the River of Truth

Universal truth drifts away behind me
the sky, seemingly blue, from white, or its absence
like a leaf, or a rubber duck
set adrift, we are flowing

magically in a direction
of movement and rubble
which are the things in our thought
made universal

Circumstance like rapids
situations as eddies
toss and tipple us
into waves and ripples

branches cling to feet
imaginary permanence
the river sound 
should bring joy

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