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A rivulet appears, Hot flowing water, The mighty heaving Cascading and clutching, Tactile pressures as Rivers converge, intertwined Heaving, rolling Away; wash away. Do I control the water, Hot water washing Steaming on the cheek? No. But I control the flow. And my mountain crumbling Brutal in sensate manner, Holding and holding Clutching to the fertile earth As rivers flow. |