What is the river? The banks or the water itself? Or is it the force causing it to flow? |
The Concept: Reality Somewhere down the river’s flow, we lose our name, and yet— we are drawn to the banks of was and will. The river lives: a mass equation— the Equals Sign? The river lives: the line on the map— drawn by the banks? The physical provides the proof, though some still dispute . . . Is the river the water? Or is it the banks that hold the water in place? Or is it the force— the force that draws the water to the sea, (See the other Poem called Gravity, about the concept: reality.) Or is the concept, reality, the force He leaves unseen? Those friends of Him, will come one day and they will tell that was and will are just not real, and can be breached. But back to the river— We agree that it's alive, though we don't know how to describe it. And we hope to learn the Equals Sign— whatever it turns out to be. But you have yet to decide, who is we, and who is they? Somewhere down the river’s flow, we lose our name— and still . . . we are drawn, to the banks of was and will. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- This poem is from "Bottle in the River" about a Poet's journey down a river, chasing a bottle tossed by the fingertips of "that I am." ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Written within the parameters of the theory of "Multivalence" |