Liquidity Poem by Vincent Cibelli

I talk incesantly
Thought incesantly
About the world and all her crevices
And of man and all his corner's
My thoughts are liquid
Flowing over all I see
My heart is waves
Breaking as I peak and crash
As I sit pondering on and of my banks
The spray catches the wind
Misting my face
Tubmling as tears down my cheeks
They fall, absorbed in the earth
I wipe my face with my handkercheif
Place it folded in my back pocket
And carry it with me down the banks...