River

April 28, 2020

I wanted to travel up the river, get lost in all that green.
I wanted silence too, at the intimate edge of the river:
the edge of the womb, the divine shadow,
the skin, such turbulence of the soul. I want to see,
and touch, quickly, like a burn.
Before becoming blind

Richard Bohringer

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