A river’s flowing from a distance
tortuous line on the map
loosely belting the earth.
A river’s laving stones/bones,
collecting DNA codes
a crystallizing salt.
A river’s flowing along the trenches,
amplifying undone criticized
thoughts, deeds, debts…
under the bridges of spines
sipping the moaning water
since the cradle of humankind-
bodies become the landscape…
A river’s flowing through me,
and I know for sure:
found in future the artifact pile,
will prove to offspring –
we were…we walked at the earth,
we were alive.
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