it flows
a relentless river
of consciousness
With varying speeds
it flows
at times serene
at times violent
Yet onward
it flows
never ceasing
till the end
Yet through the end
it flows
not yet done
nor yet begun
The ideas of the poets are the forgotten adventures of God -Elias Canetti
1 comment:
You've figured it out, haven't you? Poetry is so deceptively simple, yet you've done it. Here, again, is an example of your aptitude.
It flows.
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