I want to fall into a river,
Fall into the deep end of its arm,
Grasp it before it grasps and sits
On my head that swirls into it.
I wish to spell out the language
Of my mother and father and tell this
River rapturously, and limitlessly.
To fall into the waking stream is a goodness,
To fall is a tragic event, but the river tries.
I want to be the chief of all worry,
For the river shall beg and beg
Like bothers of the night,
Broth has been kindled by the streams,
Communicating like the stars,
Collapsing like accents of a word
That fetches a stream again.
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