after reading that RS Thomas poem
rainbow poets
taking the mayflies on
a slow stream
one world feeding another
which one is spirit
which one mammon
one goes under the bridge
one goes over
its shadow moving slowly
with yesterday’s son
father upstream
spirit across the fields
where seeds fall winded
as the river silts
and sitting counts as a
reflection upon the ocean
where the trilogy is trident
lore and behold the knowing
of that infinite depth
from whence cometh
what?
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