Stream of Consciousness

Downstream time is always new
Sinuous and tangled
Flowing and crashing
Me and the water and the leaves
and disintegrating trees
Drawn with receding glaciers
By the ocean’s gravity
To tumble over cryptozoic bones
Emerging striped by thornbush clutching
And marked by leaping mud
Cold numb submerged
And dry scorched red
Chelonian regards
And avian disdain
An unknown story
that lives in the rain
A future itinerary
Penned in the clouds
Variation of theme
The stream is a song
of strange melody
and every downstream time is new.

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