Waterfallling
Everything in the waterfall
keeps going away.
What seems, only seems, to stay,
is the alluring form of falling.
Time-space prana pours
and pours through my body,
the shape of me persisting awhile.
Then the ephemeral cascade, poof,
vanishes from the planet like magic.
©Susa Silvermarie 2026
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