A Mirror Floating in Water

This flowing flame
In the river of fear
Brings drought and drying to
So sticky mouth of hollow cave
Through which the river so once flowed

With desperate timing, of that
Never ending taste
Which consumed the whole body
That taste, being
Of time, time without limit
And with each swallow
With each swallow, comes life

Flowing, fasting so fluently
With logic and literacy, lingering
Once rivers run rapidly down
Creating such a dripping sound
Dripping, never drying, never devouring
Thus so it was intuitively