"river's flowing, children fight in this unusual time of year on this scary, lonely night when the heavy crying heard is near peculiar voices ring in our heads leaving now are children out of their beds mothers weep, trying to find a way to reach them, to have them the next day but out of their control the river flows and it's taking everything along as well as kids who yell out their song and about it simply everyone knows whoever tries to sing and play becomes a figure out of clay" through the liking, loving and hurting, through the anger and emptiness to bliss. the final stage is the result of a process- self love. these poems reflect on that story. i recommend checking 'Edge of Thought' out ! hope you enjoy !!