in each of its motions,
as it changes form without changing its nature.
In all of its goings and comings--
the inevitable progression,
and the accidental risings of water.
And then to read a book of the earth,
to learn of it uncovered by rivers,
eroded.
And the water under a luminous body,
with an original illusion of strength,
dries up as the rays of the sun
fall upon it.
As if after long and anxious explorations
making love to the edges of the earth,
it fulfills its functions, falls off
and dies.
a collage poem.
by, Alexandra Ustach
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