This is where it settles

Where the river lost its pregnancy,
is same with the cloud of lust.
Where the drum has a currency
Trust me when it settles, it settles here.
Words lose their fluency
when they find these rocks of absolution.
Where it settles has no vacancy,
or gain, or joy. You should adjust,
Adjust your ways, your radiance, your frequency.

Ruddapoet Rudolph