The river

Time flows down. Its source remains forgotten. It becomes everything...

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"The river", poem by Marcelo Solis
Time flows down. Its source remains forgotten. It becomes everything...

Time flows down.

Its source

It becomes
the star
at the center,
a gemstone planet with a mirroring moon,
the blue liquid which washes its surface,
the stream of melting ice
in its habitual path,
reassures the bank
of a river.

It is also the space containing it all,
and all moments chained by causes and effects.

I am a river.

I mold the current of time
with my habits,
making time
my existence.

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