No selfie

Because my light blinds the mirror
I tell stories of my face once seen

Motherfucking Susquehanna hauling the history of the world down Chesapeake bay

Flying down hiway 322 in the bucket seat
Ford Red takes a swig
Water bottle with something in it
The river near high as the road
For up on the white trails the snow seems
Like a fact like itself
All the while it is disappearing
Ain't that the way of things
And the river carries it away
Ain't that the way of things
I'll always be 20 I'll always by 30 I'll always be 40
Ain't that the way of things
We say frozen in time
But ice too is an illusion
Melting
Reforming
Passing through our time and we through its
Even the striated rocks are flowing
Accretions of the hill
Ford Red is far behind us and maybe she tossed her bottle out the passenger window
And nevermind it
Not forgotten not gone
 present in memory
Snowy trails up the hills
Like pillars of smoke
All melting things
All dissolving things
Leave their mark
Dissolution itself is an inscription
When we can not drink from the river
We are cut off from the memory in the water
Our water bottle
Has its own memories
Mixed up together
But Ford Red speeds by the river
We speed by the river
Shouting at us wet knowledge
Like faerie fruit and Alice bottles
We drive on
Not drinking
Free of the place
We are passing through
Illusions of ourselves
Smoke on the roads
Ain't that the way
Empty of the water of the hills
Full of something from the water of the world
That ain't the way
 In the bucket seat of the world
Roadside bottle people
Tossed in cataracts
 Ain't
You'll feel it on your toes
When the water rises
You'll stand in the mud of it
Just behind your home
The hills will flow by
Fishless
We'll wash over you
We'll be a battered plastic bottle
Ford Red and I
Wearing only tatters of that blue label
Knocking your ankle in the slow flow
Drink us up
Remember us
Belong to that place
Dissolve
Ain't that the way