Listen, I will tell you everything
Though first I must say,
I dont know much.

Amongst the reeds
Myself and the brooks, the witnesses:

Remember, Riverchild.
Remember who you are;
your home amongst
the raging waters,
the foundation
to which all would proceed.

Remember, Riverchild.
The rapture once held
in your moist palms.
Words to cut diamonds,
love, only lust
to break hearts.

But you are still a droplet,
Riverchild.
and in this reality, there is one basin.
Whats on the water upon this sinister drain?

Remember, Riverchild,
The rivers only split from here.



Penned by my hand on the 13th of Niuran, in the year 187 MA.