The
waterfall of the past
is a
rhyme
a
standing wave of nothingness
beside
the mind
shadows
fall on the water
time
collects the surge of precipitated drops
people
and events placed
on
the river flowing
with
memory into history’s abyssal pit
its
never quenched thirst for more of the present
receiving
shapes into chaotic dissolution
disappearing
forever over the edge.
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