By Francis Scudellari
II.
Within translucent, sheet-transfixed,
Sharp-splashed, conscious-dispersed,
I fall back, twist
Down ephemeral paths, transform
Glimpsed, to passive statue,
Limestone slow-carved
Ego erodes to toppling, my
Loose particles, granted
Their passing wish,
Dissolve, fine sediment carried
A-way to frothy flows
Churned milky brown
Coursing mixed with countless others
Diverted from fed streams,
Change transported
In widening channel, till new
Delta deposited,
We nourish seeds
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