[Jim Moonan]

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River It


I've been fishing in it and it
has fed me every time
It runs by me, wants me to jump in.

I’ve been flirting with it and it
has flattered me with its long
winding song. I fall in love with it.

I feel its coolness, become numb to it.
Am one with it, It’s futile to resist.
I float, find artificiality in reality.

Away I go, rudderless, flowing
down pagan streams, to be its catch,
swallowed by the mouth of the womb.

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It


I’ve been flirting with it and it
has flattered me every time.

I don’t know what to think of it.
It seems to be waiting for me

everywhere I go, waiting for me to fall
hook line and sinker in love with it.

I fear it. It feels like a Trojan Horse.
just as the worldwide web once did

when it snared my consciousness
25 years ago and has not let go since.

Now this. Artificiality becomes reality.
I succumb, become numb to it.

It’s just a matter of time.
It’s futile to resist.

On and on we go, pulled
under by the crosscurrents

that slippery smooth stones
down into the torrent of time.

We think we can, but cannot get a grip.
We trip, sink further downstream,

spilling into the mouth of our own womb.
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Edits
Title was "IT"
S1L2: "flattered" was "wowed".
S4L1: "Horse" was "Trick"
S8 was: On and on we go, / slip sliding through currents,

S10 was: We think we can, but cannot get a grip / as we slip further, further downstream



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