Ever New

There are so many wonders,
In becoming an Idiot for Love.
Not least among them,
That everything is Ever New.

There is no “getting used to” this…
This unlocatability,
This sublimity.

The River is ever moving.
He who dreamed himself unmoving upon the bank,
Has fallen in.
Now everything Flows, Ever New.

Into Ocean!
Where Old and New,
Have never existed!