BUM CHUM

Let's start fresh. Don't mess with my path and I won't mess with yours. I was born innocent. You have to start somewhere. We all were. Once. Innocent. The door opens and you are delivered to some chance address. Your makers, random donors, not of your choosing. Flow. Tears of joy, tears of pain, tears of terror. Life springs, and your chances descend rapidly as you are swept through the years. Washed down a gentle stream, but picking up steam, soon to be ravaged and raped by the rapid, rabid, river of life, roiled over rocks, ages older than you, that endure by shredding the flesh of the flotsam, the likes of what's left of our plump round bottoms. The tumble, the churn, and the abuses we endure as we flow downhill, quickened by our own momentum...

The rocks....the rapids, they don't care....you don’t feed them, only foul them. They have no choice - you are there to be shredded, and 'They' are in some Big Rush. 

Such, is Life. 

   Such, is Sushi.

      ...(just, Grizzly-Yum) 

Eventually your Springs become stumbles, and your falls become Winter. You ache all over, and choice is not an option. The current has you. So, plan the best you can, but it's The Grand plan that matters, and that's never in your hands.

We are minuscule particles.... bio-feces flushed into eternal space by a wizard of our making…our wasting...never in control of currents or consequences. So to all us swept-away martyrs, and swept-away fools -  

'You don't run the river, the river runs you.'

A flicker of a fraction, so finite not to matter.

See the light? Oh you missed it. So are you.

V