River song

The river

sings many songs
of sad and lonely precipises,
around them rumbling praises:
exhorted aums
time no measure,

bubbling rocks
and slitherng cliffs

retaining parts of each;

knows forgotten edges
seperating self from self....

(listen, laughing river
listen laughing river,
a stone dropped in your smile
causes you to quiver)

until its course is run,
and many stones have slowed
a hurried way.