Somewhere, a river searches for a mouth to flow into, emptying itself into all the wrong bodies, losing its own in the process.Yesterday, a silver lake. Today, a shallow creek. Tomorrow, an eight-bellied serpent snaking through a valley.At the foot of a mountain a body of water gathers itself before splittinginto two tongues licking past …
before there was manthere was mother and the sweetinfinince of her chorus mother of heaven, mother of earth, mother of mothers and other gods. mother of motherlands, broken waters, mountain peaks, and fertile valleys. mother of wind, mother of music, mother of sorrow and song. mother of echoes, mother of echoes, of echoes, echoes. mother …