down amassed stages of the stream ,
it all passes & yet we feel our hands
>> that used to hold and no longer do ,
as the sand slips through our fingers.
i am still the rock unturned,
the rock turned, and smoothing
i am still the white foam of your force
i am still the branch fallen and floating
i am the stream
i am down,
i am the ...
is what carries it,
is every rock turned
is not the rock ...