Drifting,
as if it is allowed to, bound to
Consequence,
of what is done and
Imagination,
Of what could be done
amalgation,
with will, selves, markets
conflict, forever conflict...
'twin rivers and taps
Tap, rotated...
flowing from it waters of decay..
drunk, with water of decay...
ever increasing thirst
River, flowing calmly
onto its destiny
few drops here and there..
yet onto its destiny
Flee...let go
a new will
yet older than the hills
release, relieve
first relieve...prerequisite for release...
slowly...release
into eternity.
Can't tell what lies...
Should know no lies
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