River, river

The river said, "there is no time."
But tell me
Tell me
How do I shape the thoughts
Of that ghost of epiphany touching me
Touching me almost
Teasing me :)
What words do I give it?
I have been running
The lone, diligent soldier
Running, running
Tripping, tripping
And then walking
Walking, walking
Tripping, tripping
And now crawling
Yes, Martin Luther King
Your crawling soldier for you!
I am emptied now
My flesh, blood and bones consumed
I am the ghost
The ghost is me.
I am two-dimensional.
I am staring at the river
I am not even gasping
That much breath, forsakes me.
I am still
Still, stiller
The river wouldn't take me
Give me her soothing coolness
She wouldn't fill me
Give volume to my shape
So be it.
I watch the ghost dangling on the water vapours
Teasing me
I am not tantalized!
If anything, I have learnt patience.
"I wait!"
Says Viktor Navorski of Krakozhia
I wait too
I am waiting
Waiting tenaciously
I have teeth of tenacity
I am tenacity.
River, river
Thank you for your lesson
There is no time
Nothing ahead, nothing behind
Only now
There is no time
Yes, yes!
And yet you flow
You are new and old at the same time
River, river
Flowing river,
Wait for me too
Wait only awhile
I am arriving! :)