in out in out.

on the river
i'm high all the time
the beer & weed
make it look better
but the feeling
stays the same--
utter ego death.
two rafts drift
like leaves
down a gutter.
at times like these
one can see time
is an invention.
clocks run steadily
but the river pulses
        trees breathe,
in out in out sine wave
energy surge of the
Everything that dies
when you name it.

jul 29 2002
Seattle, WA
after rafting

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