Friday, April 11, 2008

Clean River


What does a lapse in grasp
Of integrity
Mean in terms of tomorrow?

A cascaded hill betrayed by its cracks,
Now one flowing in the laughing
Racing red river.

Muddied.

But the universe in blue ocean
Opens its mouth and swallows
And spits back the muddied river.

Upstream.

Clean.

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