though the rivers
constantly run
into the sea
the sea
never gets full
just takes and takes
all that the rivers can give
as yet
the mighty river
has not gone dry
though many a tributary
has vanished
within the ravages of time
there is something to this
about the nature
of never giving up
but my soul
has long gone dry
from feeding
the many babbling brooks
long gone stagnant
i fed the bayous
that in turn
made the fetid swamps