The Names of Rivers
The rivers take their names to the sea
If it was true we never died
You’d never know if what
Seemed to be happening
Was really happening
For the very first time
Or was just another dream
About a certain early fall afternoon
Re-occurring in the infinite timeline
Of a cursed immortality
Which can foster a certain
Anxious foreboding of an ancient
Dread that what was happening
Now was just the necessary prelude winding
Around back again to the day of your birth
When the waters of the Ganges
Became known as the Mississippi
9/2/24
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