My Passage

it is most exhausting
to alter the passage
of my endless river
with indomitable brawn
of weighty water
bronzed by nomadic debris
of forgotten longevity
worn through sore
stony sanctuaries of time
and what went before
my thin blue artifact
shaped in working hands
of a callused sculptor
bygone fluids of gravity
scrape meandering figures
and paint the sands
in a picturesque variety
my stride may seem coarse
but beauty and diversity
still flow from my course

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