Sunday, August 14, 2016

River Talking One

The river is my mountain
and this apartment is my hut
I’m not a hermit or a recluse
but I choose to be alone.
I’ve deconstructed personality to such extent
that people now appear to be mere clouds of thoughts
and talking to the love one really is appears to be impossible.
Exceptions to this rule are those whose love I’ve known
in what now seems another life.
Not only that, I know I still will backslide
and wish that disarrangement not on anyone.
So to that revelation in this myth,
the river may reflect the clouds
yet always be the river.

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