Double waterfalls converge

in the clefts of gray granite

the chalk white foam 

explodes in deep crevices

split wide open

where, once strong,

now divided and broken

furrows carry a deluge,

with sounds of thundering 

enfolded rainbow rings

 glint of neon despair


Falling to placid springs

betwixt valley of sunsets

surfacing in between

 little woodland creatures

hidden, rarely sprung

from underground dens

lulled to acquiescent slumber

 the thundering liquid drone

falls on insouciant ears

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