it’s the offspring the love-child
of two very romantic parents
spiritually speaking
which weighs them down
though never entirely abandoning
them but merely transforming
that child-like wanting to be caught
into a dry wit or narrow gorge
the way it rushes onto the rocks
you’d think the rocks were thirsty
for us children of water
to lie down on them and sing
the first songs again
the ripple and the swirl
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