
by the river
slipping into thoughts the same
colour as water 
the sea is noisy
but from another time
here it is enlarging the space of my thoughts turned upside down,
here it is, soothing, organising them
according to their individual importance
they will ground in the dying waves with only a few words left, but ordered in rattling syllables. 
she walks between the branches of the afternoon, rough inside, strange outside: a thickness in the air, a promise of winter (one can not always live at spring time), the earth needs to freeze and repair itself from time to time.

Un-cover the main idea of the paragraph about destiny, the existence's them in the subtitles of the fissured rock.