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Water by Ken Shiovitz Resistant moisture rounds
renewed into droplets, Runs wandering over retardant
rock, Released, rolls from rim edge:
Drip, Dart, Dab Dip, Dig Dirt, Dim Dark, Drop. Tapping tinkle triple-times
plinking tour in groove, Takes twinkle-troop topping
time-etched terrace, Twists rivulet in pickled
kink. Plops past pepper spatter, Prepares plush passionate
push, Precipitately passes porous
pleasure pressure, Polishing always. Soushes through smattering of
shallow sluices, Sending standing soldier
shafts of sophism, Surging silently along chosen
channels, Stutter-foams across steeper
stepping-stones. Flowing farther, following
fastidiously, flagging fastness, Foolish fancies force fallible
fortune, further fantasy, Feinting falsehoods forbear in
face of factual comfort, Slows its surging fascist
philosophy to power of flood. Whole wide wandering waters
wallow in shallow expanse, Wasting warrior waltzes slowly
over deeper deposits of detritus, White caps flash and disappear
above withering weight of destiny. Meandering moribund multitude
in muted imaginary motion, Magnetically meets massive
stationary mere, And in final muddy
termination, just Mires. |
