IT IS...
As everything, something from nothing.
Riches found within one fool rubbish..
Beside her, my Paterson river dances, cascading
awaiting eyes that see her play,
feeling souls beside her as change comes across the seasons..
The daily textures of movement and colour.
Rock faces that give no hint to the violence that carved them.
Or within our own being.
Chains of time in the nexus revealed by my
Jeweled running Paterson
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