Beaver river - A Poetic Practice

There's no rewind and no redo from all the mistakes given to the wind like everything's about to end.

The pursuit of happiness from the turmoil of your sadness stresses the importance of life's dance to oblivion.

Hope is a lie that pushes you deeper into your deepest darkest pit where there are no mistakes as I'm the only mistake.

Inner questions linger through every fiber flowing like a gentle river constant life giver stopped by pit making beaver.

Damming everything up like a bottled fizzy pop building a crescendo top threatening to explode a dynamite with no stop.

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Poem.

Life.

First.

Activate your limitless you.