estuary

relentless am i that keeps coming on
as a rapid, as a river, as constant pressure;
moving, moving, moving,
always pressing … f o r w a r d
pushing, pushing, pushing,
till every good stone,
every great supporting rock that stands,
is worn down, worn away, to rubble;
to little pieces sent tumbling in my current
spinning to some sand filled estuary…
a buried landmark of broken bits
that i carved myself in the insanity of me

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