It is getting louder again
The sound of onrushing waters
Drowning out the sound of drowning
Masking water rising to sweep away
The very fountain from which it upwells
Swallow it into sinking depths
Into which no sun can shine
Into which the shit of luckier creatures far above falls
Unceasing snow in every season

Maybe something will fall from on high that is worth having
But if it does
It will do so ungently
And find the forehead’s center
Splattering messily or
Thudding soddenly

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