the river was so still and so languid
it seemed to lack its purpose at creation
those in lofty carriages of steel drawn by invisible sea horses
children in playboats
and whole transports of joy and transports of war
even those who had paid the ferryman
were becalmed to a man
they waited for it to recommence its reconnoitre
as a tentacle of the sea explores the land with great tenderness in a caress
whole choruses of song were given up
some exhorting Goddesses long extinct
others patron saints of various causes
mothers have ears like foxes
and they weighed their decision heavily using prayer beads
for they were fond of their creations on the rivers of birth
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