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On Watching a Mountain Stream
The mountain stream carries
our manifest destiny,
the essence of all things,
all that has been
and all that will be.
Grinding down the stone
the water falls, carving lines
at the weakest junctures,
eroding the substance
of materiality.
Time slips away
through the narrowing cone
of perception.
All that remains is reality.
10-11-2019
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