Tag Archives: #conformity

The river at its most placid
Is eerily glassy, a flat road,
Unbroken by the rapid whirls 
So familiar on normal days.
Are there normal days, are
The days where the eddies 
Appear normal, and in what
Way are they so? Is normal
The unquiet moving water, 
Running up and down, or so
It seems, or is normal a bar
Too high or too hidebound