He flows he flows not knowing he grows
from one moment to the next.
Belittled by one the ancient sun
disapproves of being best.
When slowly the moon peeks through
declaring what is important,
it goes on and on to the wild blue
from its own comportment
which is all in the child’s mind
from beetles to yellow submarine.
For the river points out that one must bind
the startling that has being.
O life O Life you uniquely last.
The splendor of the river at large
makes all things flow exceedingly fast
So down your drink in the barge.