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Thoughts on Eternity Part 1

Forget the rocks,
use the liquid logic of desert water
to understand eternity.

 Desert water
lives for daily miracles,
eternity slips through her fingers.

 Desert water flashes in July and August,
a path of least resistance,
uses eternity

 to seduce open granite ridges.
Give water an inch,
watch it take a mile.

 Sure, every river dreams
of being a mountain,
forever eating bowls

 of gravel,
sand, cobbles,
boulders, on and on.

 Water dreams in least resistance:
easier to be cloud bank than granite ridge.
Give an inch to thunderstorm, watch it flash a mile.

Eternity lives in water mind.
No one dare seduce the river's muse,
fools ask her age.

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