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By
JoJo Jensen
In the language of Oceans
there is no word
for time,
only patience and unrelenting motion
reducing all obstacles
to nothing.
In the language of Rivers
there is no word
for schedule,
as it slowly meanders
around lazy curves
to find itself once again
at home.
In the language of Lakes
there is no word
for boundaries,
it casually seeps into
the surrounding landscape
waiting for the moment
of its release.
If nature, in all of its perfect balance,
has no use for these words,
why do we need them
so much.
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