I stepped in the stream and muddied its water stirring up silt of past memories.
My footstep a dream caught in dark muck held tight, pulled at desire\'s plenaries
Eddies of decay circle filling grasping depressions where flesh once was found
Currents of time carry away confusion\'s debris leaving neither hole or mound
In runoffs and rains enter new waters to these shores foreign and strange
Yet to a viewer\'s eye this living river shows no observable change