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Nobody Knows
by David HillSiddhartha sits on the hillside,
hears it all in the river;
Eons of life eating life eating life.
I look around
and I am in the river,
I am the river.
Now, I am on the hillside,
I am the hillside.
The river is gone.
From Where, it comes.
To Where, it goes.
03/10/2008 Posted on 03/10/2008
Copyright © 2026 David Hill
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Becca Kinser on 03/10/08 at 11:38 PM "Eons of life eating life eating life."
Something...about this...makes me want to write an entire prose based off of...-this-. Hah. Beautiful. |
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