Tapestry Rapid

Currents aren’t aroused

By the stones that lay stray

The white water is clogged

In the niches

Rising and sideswiping

The focus is around and fluid

Content indigestible

My eyes on the flow scrutinize

But it’s a tour de force of the initial

Opening the gate to the subliminal

I’m unsure how the water keeps its body

Despite the infinite disorder

But the thoughts it can mimic

Keep a collection far too neat

For me to remain indifferent

The tapestry is rapid

Juiced with imago

Fluttering with ease

Laced with tones

Of nostalgia’s blue

#poetry