Brown muddy waters
Lying sluggish
Pools of desperation
Smell of stagnation
and decay
In its season it rises
in majestic pride
Sweeping chaos before
its regal force
Cleansing, fertilizing
Life giving waters
Now exhausted, spent,
fetid
Dancing ponds for
mosquitoes
Fish preferring hooked
quick death
To slow interminable
suffocation
Slow dying, drying
river
Out the back of beyond
A boundary between
This state and the
next
The state of sanity
Grimly held too
Amongst fetid state of
Home’s perpetual
suffocating
The boundary between
God’s day of rest, and
Human need for
friendship
Human touch won out
Punished by mosquito
bites fever
Having transgressed
the boundary
For God, a jealous God
prefers
Obedience than human
friendship
Though for years
He lived within the
boundaries
He transgressed the
boundaries.
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