There are 3 sides to a river

All of the moments are cascading before me
Time is a river I must cross.

If nothing flows past me,
Then I am alone;

No island nor bridge,
Just a solitary shore.

Vast yet incomplete
An infinite line.

Points makeup segments
Arcs fail to to resolve.

Time can be channeled,
Time can be bent.

But a flow can not be halted
Without losing its nature

So I must risk crossing
Or gain nothing but stasis

On occasion of feeling nothing but the opposite