me tonight in a river breaks
huge hill far away,
struggles,
roaring,
dislocation
gorges and green breaks its chains and
words through my heart and
bakes and boils through my eyes and flowing.
you tonight in the same river
strangely soft.
All of the milk.
hour and a silver.
and hour is blue.
It reflects the silence.
Everyone in the river itself
other bridges in the same meet.
Therefore, our happiness and sadness always
otherwise identical.
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