the birth of water...

meeting,
barely touching,
now...
converging,
mingling,
amalgamating,
dancing,
coupling,
coalescing
atoms of
hyrdrogen and
oxygen...

bound together
without
question...only purpose

to
fall

that is our
purpose

drawn tightly
together
to fall
and
fall....and
fall

then taken up
we
touch only
by
fingertip
a
misting
of
who we
were
then
tightly
bound
again.....

we fall...

going
down
on
our knees
a servant's
tears...
washing
carving
soothing
softening
softly
falling
down
to
where
we
will rise
again...

taken
up...

only
to
fall...

always to
f
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