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so many rivers have crested the night
these sleepless spheres
engraved with the sound of crashing water
Karnali, Lha Chu, the Indus, the Tsang Po,
name a thousand rivers
and rug them together into one deity/demon
before light can be distinguished from darkness
the brain relinquishes thought
the heart relinquishes feeling
in the twilight zone
life and death seep imperceptibly into each other
inside the tent
morsels of courage
tiny shards of truth
are garnered like precious stones
outside the tent
in the wild turquoise night
so many rivers are charging to their irrevocable fate
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