" The River Of Watery Rituals "

In the chaos of my minds Hunter S. Thompson,
The proscenium stage is set
And, the most ancient Gods speak
Through the creeks and rivers
Wearing away,
At the smooth surfaces
That just allow for pressure's
To justify, the succumbing to
Thousands of years
Of evolutions waves
Splashing consistently, unrelentingly
Upon the baptizers banks
Of holy grounds
And watery rituals
Promising,
That eternity's loving embrace
Is not death at all,
But Love's
Intricacies and surprises
That call forth
The smiles
Of truly
Passionate
Understanding....

Tony Taylor   (Chicago)