May 30

My thoughts are a runaway train

My thoughts are a runaway train,

a swarm of lanternflies.

They pass faster than I can catch them...

I watch this waterfall and wonder,

when will it end?

When will the river run dry?

This land of drought

now overflowing in abundance,

the source of which unknown...

I wait for it to pass

so I will be safe

in the comfort of my desert,

but I don't want it to pass.

I want to live in fountains of abundance

forever...

Yet waters of this magnitude

may inevitably drown me

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