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The Rushing
4 February 2003, Tuesday

Rushing, always, steady rushing,
Falling past me into dreams.
Flying by me, quickly by me,
Into love and death and dreams.
Salty water chokes me;
Heat engulfs me.
I can't breathe.
Rushing water, rushing fire,
All around me dancing
To the beat of time.
I run to catch the rushing things,
But the rushing things do run.
Faster, faster than I,
Faster ever than I can run
To try and catch the rushing things.