My choices fall
in do's small
drops,
each splashed no-doubt
kicking out
dust
to carve a did.
Then crooked
rills
of when converge,
timely surge
back
to push my why.
Blue-tossed I
lifts
up on white-capped
and oft-happed
am;
was carried down,
struggling drowns.
My
now, cleansed by here,
is no mere
chance.
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