Flowing Words Poem by oio (P.E.R)

I see it laid before me -
flowing like a river,
words; endless, living,
rushing, curling, whispering
like water over stone.

I imagine: good, bad, ugly;
truth in all its faces.
Two lunatics caught
in mirrored reflection,
their laughter, their silence;
echoes of a wiser madness.

Wisdom flows uninhibited,
barefoot, unashamed,
drunk on the rhythm
of its own becoming.

And I;
I wade into it,
letting the current
speak me whole.

--OIO