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
downstream.
i am the stream
down,
i am down,
stream.
i am the ...
streaming space.
space.
holds it
is what carries it,
the moving,
is every rock turned
and unturned,
is not the rock ...
holds it.