Spree 4


Goddamn this river
raging through
the last remains
rising ready to
battle, withstand,
undertake, endure,
maybe understand?

Not that dream anymore.

Goddamn this shiver.
Dam that river!
quench my quiver
quietly, quicker,
more resolute
than the absolution
of the river that
flows like a freighter,
an unsteerable steed
from was to will,
my wallow, your greed,
this river of want
turned to need.

Salvage, deliver
come tame that river
contain, enclose me,
come tie me down,
drown me in alternative
enlightment and evermore
elevation to the above
that the river would
never give up.

Time will recede
the advancing flood,
but now I'm sure,
through streams
and dreams and blood,
that the river,
this goddamn river
can not sweep me off
from my shores
no more,

and all the goddamn,
the rage and the river
is somehow
finally mastered
for good.


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