Desert Buddha Night

I breathe in the river,
cold, muddy, shallow
deeper and deeper
where I can’t see
no color, no light
my breath is heavy
as it flows,
jumping,
skipping,
like history repeating,
it self, to it’s self
disturbingly quiet
like a virgin,
wrapped, chanting
twisting my tongue
on the shores
where I cannot talk
I breathe the sea
The river hides
Behind each breath
I share, borrow
Or steal

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