Days go by
Churning churning
And I can’t stop them
Turning turning.
It’s like riding rapids
Down a precipitous gorge
And I just can’t stop
Going with the flow.
They are sewn together
These ceaseless days -
Fluttering like Tibetan flags
Dancing in the Himalayan wind
Or so it seems to me
As I withstand
Their endless flapping
Signalling messages
I struggle to decipher.
Yearning, yearning
For still waters
In which to pause a while
Discerning
Semaphoric meanings in
The passage
Of days.
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