Sinuous channels
cut through the
river's muddy
bottom,
carrying clear water
ever downward
- ever onward.
From fortress walls
it's all been seen --
drought and flood,
but something always
trickled through.
As it was before those
stones were stacked.
As it will be when the
last rubble crumbles
into uncut
dust & rock.


A poem that conveys the continuity of life: no matter what happens, there is always something that continues to flow, beyond time and what has been built by human beings.
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