From The Mouth Of The River

And from the first stone,
       And from the mother,

When the gates opened to a new dawn,
       And the light opened to a new house,

And the gates and the lights waltz to wake up the first born,
      And the doors cracked the knuckles waiting to punch

In this punch and in this light and in this door,
     And in the smile of the first born mother,

Where does the river flow?

 

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