Any river has eddy-spins,
small turbulences unto themselves,
swirls if you will
that account for clashes of current,
face to face and butts to butts
pivoting as it were.
Enough so that these localized events
appear ever so slightly up facing
to the surface
and therefore noticeable.
These water filled helixes
become identifiable
and as such
take on a life in our thoughts.
And we . . . in our recognition
become metaphorical bathers
in our own streams of consciousness
thinking ourselves as to be like rivers.
And by our own self-consciousness,
eddies also form in our lives . . .
as small turmoils of themselves.
Swirls of contradiction will come
and by degree, exist
and therefore,
as scale is an assumption of space,
we are ourselves,
are an assumption of river.
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