------------------------------------------------ four days upon the river self and not one moment wet, as I drift along a deepest edge I learn first its respect; it's as if I guide my soul direct and as if I guide in vain: as a gentle wake is circumspect of the current's gentle rage. knowledge flows from deepest sage, serendipitous waves surround, as a darkened past to hope gives way, and friendly shores abound. as silence overtakes the sound to leave my soul in peace, I follow atop its sacred ground and thoughts of future speak; at once the seldom inner peak had again within been climbed, for the conscious stream had proved too weak to wash it all behind. I journey as if void of time and worry not how near, as if traveled into grace sublime with vision, hindsight clear. the self of one succumbed by fear must wade a shallow ledge; but the one upon arriving here, knows four days to cross its bed. ------------------------------------------------Birth sign: Not entered
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