alone along the waterfall
that stony slipwalk on brink of foam
the push of ankle cold water stream
Of beauty tightrope edgey dance
Off balance bad hypotheses
streamtesting teeter totter me
with dire dread
of confiding loss
so I will toss
and turn to fall
awake again beside my bed.
Kingdoms come and kingdoms go within without my head
But flight aside the waterfall is what i get instead
The crystal fame of fortune’s wave betrays the constant ring
of birds that sing
from dusk to dawn
to righten wrong instead.

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