Twelve rivers that form an ecosystem unfettered from yesterday’s woes,
Enveloped in another world, without any times to the old,
Bearing fruit eager and uncomposed,So that —
Curiosity can reign supreme,
Without the cumbersome beleaguering fatigue,
Of those who think they know,
But their experience is of the wrong sort,
Bringing upon the follies of those who did not have the eyes to see,
But are blind to their blindness,
The rivers flow without terrain,
Pooling at the end in oases,
With more robust roots than have ever been brought.