River

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             before
memory cut
this bed, this            
winding snake, this                            
deadly and unforgiving giant,                     
                                   swollen with rain or made dry                                                      
                                       by the heat of the sun.                                                                                                                    Sightlessly, it runs; nearly                                                                                immortal, never the same.
                                             Giver and taker of life, roaring, raging,
                                                            serpentine god, slipping infinitely into the far
                                                        distance, clocking in its current the flow of the universe, 
                                        not in seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks or even years; 
                           it keeps time on the order of millennia, to the beating of the
                   world’s silent heart.  Giver and taker of life, roaring, raging 
serpentine god; once tamed, forever stripped of life.      
                                                                      .              

The End

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