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“Watching water run down a tarred road”

 

Rain does not fall

It is thrown-

Purposely, elegantly, divinely-

With deft hands and a fiercer arm

It’s been thrown.


Je suis tombé amoureux
de lui

I fall for the trappings of hedonism

I fall sick of my own limitations

I fall pregnant with silly hope and cloudless dreams

I fall in love

I fall out of love

I fall out of sight of my own ambition

I fall away.


The pebble forcing concentric circles in the lake is not fallen

With deft hands and a fiercer arm

It’s been thrown.

At the point of departure, a measurable energy for potential

At the point of impact, a measurable energy for momentum-

Purposefully, elegantly, mindfully

With deft hands and a fiercer arm

It’s been thrown.


The water slip-sliding down the tarred road has a compass within

Guiding it to fill out the punched-out holes in the yawning road

It finds a home in the holes of a long-ago tarred road

With deft hands and a fiercer arm

It’s been thrown.


I can’t fall anymore

So I’ll crawl a little deeper instead.

 

 

6 replies on ““Watching water run down a tarred road””

>its so beautiful it evades comprehension (this could also be a euphemism for nooj is too gunked out to think. but its still the best you’ve written i think)

if only azad could inspire such in me 😛

“Filling out the punched-out holes in the yawning road

It finds a home in the holes of a long-ago tarred”

wow.

as i asked before:
does it start a family?

indeed ma’ dear. indeed.

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