That same water
You got out from swimming down stream with it
short cool thrill
Jump out grab your things chase that water down
You´ve got to dive once again
before that water spills into the salt mass
Find that patch of that same water
is it dirtier is it discoloured has it, by god, changed?
Up to your knees
over your head
profound slow flowing depths
Those ripples caused by panic will fade into the water never seen, recorded nowhere
Down the rapids the seconds, hours and days
the hissing as relaxing as watching the sands empty from the hourglass
The white water slowly cutting away at the rock and the margins
The trench as changing as the water itself and dreams like flashfloods changing the world
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