Near the creek where we traded kindnesses
they didn't taste like anything like this universe
I've been thrown half way cross the earth
cause the thin islands don't want this
So I'll own this plot I landed in now
I think to the old world always the same
where the stream was thick with shame
foaming up with expectation foul
But I washed it elbow grease devil
My teeth with that busy brush
swept the grass the dim rushes
smoothed the muddy low level
So I'll take this one memory unlocked
wisdom himself came haughty and cocky
We negotiated over the water and it's way
We traded kindesses,learned to pray
I could smell a new humble era
These men know no compassion
They take from what others ration
Their shadow owns their actions
I stand before the creek's dip
looking out at those subtle ripples
I see her and my changing thought
Swimming in the water
I washed it indeed with raging storms
All of these flash floods suddenly born
How generous oh how violent
debris and that gift in the wake
Delivered is the fertile soil
Ground to enrich, crops to toil
That funky muddy silt so dispered
doesn't taste like it's from this universe
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