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The Noise of Rainweiser

Rustic rivers
follow worn down terrain
symphony of molecules
litter waves.
Rise with the spore
of open moisture
later to fall
into respective shape.

Destination people
are parallel to water
carving a journey
seen in vision,
others riddle
playing mislead paths
application for some
comes as easy as fishing.

Suppose the Amazon
is half as narrow
and those that perish
from the ravine given
do not exist
and others take their places
pulling canteens
from a different geography.

Suppose humans
never figure out
why technology
has excelled beyond time.
Master the timing,
can you keep up?
Faster and faster
the river washes out.

Ride this boat of soul
as I cut in too deep.
Shape around
the rocks and cliffs
swing the limbs
and swift bushes
wrap around tightly
to the branches from trees.

Oxidize me please!
I beg of everything.
Treasure and embrace
with your heart,
the riddle,
this maze
follow me now
in rapids to escapade.

Rush open
drifting liquids
run with me
ever ripple tide,
lean against periscope
for nothing good now
tear down views
a flat faced typhoon slide.

Please someone save me!
Must I list why?
Determine the aged
by suffer and pain
reroute, replenish,
and bring back life
the day forever rains,
illuminate my night.