All the rivers lead to the ocean.

--I know that this is a little late, but I do not expect to be graded on it. I suppose that this is the semi metaphysical aspect of my paper…it does not matter if it’s missing or not. The reason I choose—possibly, not immediately consciously when composing my poem—to write:
Or remember a song sung
In memory of song sung
Along the Nile
Through the coasts, and up Mark Twain’s Missipi…

Were my soul still swoons in green patterns, and falling raindrops,
were my father hitched the highway
with a promosing young thumb
headed west for the first time
eyes on that foliage littered road, misted over perfectly
Like the twang of a rabid Banjo.
Was that poetry, like Joyce’s riverun is everywhere, and a return to the cusp of all truths in a platonic plane. I wonder if this why all humanity like Melvelle says at the beginning of Moby Dick is driven to the water…is it that fury, and sublime power the ocean holds, or is it when it rains we feel the power of the ages soaking are clothes, and our souls. At the end of the dead by Joyce he say’s something along the lines of “snow fell upon all the living and the dead”. It is at this moment realization the protagonist realizes the power of all the event that proceeding a single moment of utter pain.
These are just some thought………..