Ever-newer waters flow on those who step into the same river.
—Heraclitus
wading this same stream
so long my skin pruned,
my feet numbed,
and this strange sense that yet again
I’ve been baptized
Ever-newer waters flow on those who step into the same river.
—Heraclitus
wading this same stream
so long my skin pruned,
my feet numbed,
and this strange sense that yet again
I’ve been baptized