Two rivers

12 Jul

Sand sleeps under my soft soles.
A river rumbles around rusty
remnants of the ridiculous,
chasing of jittery chit-chats –
clueless,
mindless,
homeless.

Sweet songs signal strangeness
reaching radical revolutionary
resourcefulness. Ressurrected
river unchanneled, wise –
boundless,
timeless,
godless.

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