This is the end

A river

ends / in

more water;

 

there, a

Sea-son

is born.

 

The difference,

sweet water

salt water

 

a difference

of water,

still water,

 

from still

to less

still, but

 

still water,

and waves

goodbye

 

and waves

hello

again.

 

It waves

because

the weather

 

because

the season;

because

 

of the

sea-son

it means

 

the weather

can carry

the sun

 

the sun

will carry

the water

 

and then

like always

again

 

it ends

in tears,

it ends

 

in tears

again.

The river

 

is born

from then;

Sea-son,

 

fruit of

the same

but then

 

is neither

sea nor

sun nor

 

son of

those, but

a thing

 

both more

and less

than all

 

of them

together

again.

 

And ends /

in more

and less

 

and so

does not

end. But

 

it goes

again;

the tears

 

do not

wait for

the end,

 

they are

the end

beginning

 

again.

The seasons

the weather

 

the sun

the water

the river

 

are just

themselves

Sea-born,

 

torn from

the tears

of what

 

already

was, in

the end.

 

A river

ends, there

a Sea

 

is born,

will end

in tears

 

again.

Will end

in tears

 

again.

Will end

and end…

 

will end

and end,

again.

 

But the

fruit of

this rain

 

will be

more and

less, will

 

be more

and less

again.

 

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