Walk by the river

Walk by the river

It only flows one way

Unless it is tidal

A trickle of truth in every tear.

Are the walls I continue to build

Brick by brick

Protecting me from real harm,

Hindering my escape?

Ask the family

One of them might know.

Deeply scored are the tracks, well laid

It is said

The stain of their indifference

Can be seen

From the surface of the moon.

If I keep walking

I may chance upon a beginning

Come closer to an end

Faithless is time

It falls as rain

Through the holes in a bucket

A gutter to my snipe

A cataract of wonder

Washing through my soul

Wetting my whistle.

A stream of consciousness

An endless chain of life

Running all the way

From my heart

Into a vein of archipelagos

That once were real islands

Lying

Naked in the sun

Reflecting each other

A flow of truth

Conceptualised

In terms of understanding

Linked by grand design

Or the pointlessness

Of allusion.