Figurine of speech – II

the river does  
not settle, nor does 
it dribble enough color at night to 
 
want to forget what it  
was that spoke the syllable of lost nows (or lost 
agains); 
the river
 
does not settle, nor does it 
 
make it any easier for  
the  
bard
    to forego  
the loss of spilled ink;  
 
maggots eat leftover 
 
 
 
 
adverbs for a late-ish supper, and there is a  
clip-clop of yonder  
lads clamoring to get ahead, 
 
but where  
exactly?
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