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[the_bluefish]

I'm feeling a little absent. I mean, you know, kind of divorced from reality... spaced out I guess. I think maybe I want to post a poem or something, 'cause I've seen other people do it, and haven't written in a long time, so maybe it'd be good for me to. I won't be editing it, whatever it is I come up with, so don't expect too much.

A poem about water

the water, she runs down the mountain
and goes to meet the sea

she's flowed on past things that have been
and will flow past many things to be
she splashes down the rocky slopes
onto the expectant skin of youth
the shocking coldness thrills us;
and maybe thrills her, too
but she doesn't stop to play some more
no, the water, she runs down the mountain
and goes to meet the sea

her soothing coolness flows past quiet places
and embraces tired souls
they might feel their troubles washed away
by the water, as it flows
but it does not stay with them for long
it does not take them from the silence where it found them
no, the water, she runs down the mountain
and goes to meet the sea.

the water sees our lives go by
but she feels no regrets
our tears drop into her icy depths
and soon their warmth is gone.
But the water doesn't mourn our pain,
she doesn't stay to free us from our sorrow
no, the water, she just runs on down the mountain
and goes to meet the sea

I'll miss the water, when she's gone
but she won't be missing me

That's that, then. The end.