Stars and chandeliers hang from her ears. We tried to find clean water, but the way ahead was skewed by circumstance and interference.
"Remember the beauty in the ground," she says, calling you to get dirty again - chandeliers and all.
Swallowed by the flooded river, my transport did not survive my ambitions. No reason to stop making leaps. Adaptation requires such dreaming and fortitude of will toward imagining.
People adapt with the changes of life, and the sound makes its way through - auditorium or living room.
The riddles are here to help us bloom, and the mighty river is still my friend.