Another rainy day in Louisiana…
How much water does this place really need?
Swamplands, marsh, gulfs, rivers, daily torrential downpours.
The heart of this place pumps H20 it would seem.
An abundance of life’s essential ingredient is hardly a bad thing…
But I mean, I could think of a place out west truly in need.
I guess that’s just life’s game. One goes without, while the other lives in excess.
A cycle that has been in existence since the beginning of time.
Survival of the most fortunate.
Maybe life has 2 circles instead of a singular.
One yearns for a miracle, the other has the single cure.
The yin and yang phenomenon shows it’s face, yet again.
The fortunate and misfortunate.
The former with nothing, the latter with everything…to lose.
As I sit and watch futile raindrops trickle down a glass window…
Whose authority is it actually to choose these rules?
As rhetorical as this question may appear to be…
I suppose life is merely a dream.
Is my subconscious taking me down a winding river stream?
Sharp turns, choppy waters. All leading to a penultimate waterfall.
The height of my expectations dictating how hard I fall.
Whether inside my punctured boat, or swimming freely immersed in the element.
Both have the same ending.
Engulfed in the vast stream, my internal wildfire reverts to clouds of steam…
How much water does this place really need?
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Quan Amiri 