Neither fleet nor flow pauses much
When it gets caught in the boundaried edges of
There, it swarms in eddies of swirl and
No longer — for the moment –
Itself towards its own rapid
The experienced guide knows these eddies as a
And seeks them out
Whenever trouble or delight cross the
Giving the invitation to
…or how about on Twitter? or Feedly?
music of the muse
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