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The book streams down the mountain,
breaks upon the rocks,
sentences splinter,
syllables mist the air.
I didn’t know at first where to start,
as I stumbled and fell along the path;
but then I found ‘em,
all of my feelings,
all of my memories
all that I am…mingled together,
living in the pools and small ponds
developed along the banks by fallen trees.
As the fragmented sentences sedimented to the bottom,
something breeds in the muck,
swimming about the memory banks.
I don’t know if they have existed like that for years,
or just evolved over the last few hours.
I dipped my cupped hands into the pool,
and touched the memories to my lips;
the cool moistness was enough to quench my thirst;
regardless, I drank all that I could swallow.
My innermost life rushes louder, teeming over the rocks.
The volumes scatter the mucky floor.
The stones wake
and all start conversing at once,
of lands and roads traveled,
of paintings, songs, and poems,
of memories,
of women found and lost,
of the spirit.
The spirit,
that is what has been forgotten.
To master the parts of speech we call spirit,
one must dedicate a life.
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