the waterfall is death as birds sing
sweetly to each other
they know all too well and say nothing to anyone
what they have learned
all said, all fine. no things are ever equal.
the birds are as hungry as anything else
and their evenings are planned with little room for change
the spiders, the eggs, the wind in the trees
they are all looking with salivating mouths
waiting for the falls to take another.
they are causing me to think about swimming
they are causing me to think about diving without dying
they make me think i am bulletproof as i disrobe.
the forest goes quiet as the fish are watching
as the waters calm and invite me further
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