el rio abajo rio

some sink there,
foaming, frothing,
betrothed to the beauty
so that the waking state
is bare as exposed bone.

some retreat there,
gasping, enraptured,
betrothed to their paradise found
so that the morning can only ever
be dead as colourless stone.

some disbelieve there,
rotting, scoffing,
betrothed to their reality
so that their every breath
gasps as an illness moans.

some simply see there,
appreciate, engergize,
betrothed to nothing,
so that their luz de la vida,
ever-present to infinity shines.