And it falls in a lump, where it bumps and it jumps
and it flows and it flows to its waters
Deep and unending with a plenty that tending
to that feeling of presence dissolving
I bird a wing, grabs a twig with a hook
and buries yourself with its living
And the rains keep on flowing, with heat ever glowing
usurping the semblance of order
How high, how low (does it go).
Eye and earful of all and it’s nothing
Idolatry, i-comically,
I love and all that goes with it
A flick of a switch, and you move to the groove
of that fascinating feel of forever
Whether it’s weather, a willow that withers
or a wag tail who wishes for wee ones
It sounds just the same as the one down the lane
or the chords that once played desperado
For a blurp from a pistol is a clear cut crystal
or some dirt on the surface of hygiene
How high, how low (does it go).
Eye and earful of all and it’s nothing
Idolatry, i-comically,
I love and all that goes with it
The now is the now
there’s something in nothing
It seems it’s terminally destined
A flick… a switch…
and change all without within,
and live a life now that’s forever
live a life now that’s forever
live a life now that’s forever more
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