As the river of time flows endlessly
through the valleys of my conscience
what kind of landscape will be after the next curve
it will take some time for my waters to rise above the tide
and maybe get stuck in some place ediounds.
The worst polution lays there
the polution of bad thoughts, the polution of bad people
the polution of the man himself
who can get rid of himself easily?
It takes a little time for its waters to purify
to flow again
to find their way to the outfall
the outfall where all waters collide
where all thoughts encounter each other
where all ideas begin somehow.
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