A pool for cascades of words
all anchors and tow-ropes severed- not all of them painlessly,more so for them than for us -but the river is calling us
and so we drift into the futurewith a houseful of memories and lovefor sustenanceinto a brandnew land
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go and ride a thousand days, my clear-eyed messengers, scour all points of the compass and find me a glimpse of iridescence for shining...
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