It is a river that flows
of all that was not
and all that was unseen
and all that might have been

It is a river that rages
and burns in my eyes
and screams in my head
and ever releases me not
from memories of all that will ever be lost

It is a river that grows
ever stronger
that sees ever clearer
all those things that but I could take back

There is a river that grows
and will grow every on
of all that was missed
until I would see
the other river nearby
of all that was learned
and all that was instead

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