POEM - Mind River

I and They

Become the Truth

Together, for we know

There is

            ONE

One chance,

To understand,

We all share,

                        Over the gravestone

                        Let the moonlight flow.

            Sacred pools where

            Deep thoughts linger

To be snatched into the

                        overflow

of useless dribble.

Chances are, though the days come quickly,

            there are

            No new solutions, No old thoughts

                        It has all been

                                    Forgotten.

            Grab for the thought

                                    that you like best.

            There is no rest,

                        for the time is nigh

When dust is present, and words

                        have no more meaning.

            Then the final imagination

                                    will churn out

The last thought, and then

            it too shall fall to soft silence.