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where are we here, adrift with the rhythm
racing in the stream like neutrinos
destined for elsewhere collisions
in some other now

the creeks and tributaries meet at the river,
becoming one body from many,
rolling and rolling over the silt and stones

bending and winding on and on fluid and swift
then swallowed by the source, open, boundless,
the ocean awake to the earth and sky

the constant transition, light enough to rise as vapor before the return,
the gravity drain too great to slip,
at last recycled back in to the stream
at last adrift again

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