POEM: Rejection

I washed up on the same shore from
which I had tried to swim.
I breathed so hard, but couldn’t recoup
a face that wasn’t grim.

The currents toyed with me, but then
spit me back on the shore
just down the river from that place
I’d been moments before.

With Einsteinian insanity,
I tried again-and-again.
For every river must change its
ways, every now and then.

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