Atop waterfalls peak
Floats a poetic prism
Destroying and preserving
Undulating and colliding to nature’s rhythm

Within rippled cortex
Source of love and fear
Speculations bolt of lightning
Glues me to this table
And jolts the pen I’m holding

Internal prism
Inversely refracts
A sensation spectrum
Bound by concepts and facts

Coursing current seers the lobe
Jolting my hand, the pen it holds
A whirlpool pulling ever faster
Finally the freedom of falling water,
Brownian, constant
Ink on paper

06/28/2002

Posted on 06/28/2002
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