How Intimate the Water


In this moment, silence explains all I do not understand.

And,

as with the rush of winter water over solemn stone…

The human condition converts me.

The moment is gone.

Thus,

illusions of reverence, as brittle as, ice on a twig.

Grandiosity flows through…

the vessel in which I live.imageedit_78_5464226864

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