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i've forgotten the source
but the wandering water
continues to its end

the surface

sometimes smooth like
the skin i used to
wake up next to
sometimes splintered like
the path i'm on
set with snags upon
sometimes fierce like
the world i'm in
filled with toil and din

the body

sometimes cool like
the hats i wore
when we used to soar
sometimes murky like
the truths we know
but cannot show
sometimes deep like
the hurt we give
then we go and live

the banks

sometimes tangled like
the dreams we grew
but never got to
sometimes empty like
the air that lingers
near my touchless fingers
sometimes lush like
the glow of the heart
finding its new start

i've forgotten the end
but the wandering water
continues from its source