Wilson Creek

This is freedom

White, foaming,
Terrifying, tumbling
Over hardest rock,
Breaking upon ancient stone altars.

Die to live

Icy, clear,
Secretly slipping
Along crooked paths,
Gurgling around hardest hearts.

Live to move

Granite, hard,
Quietly cracking
Beneath the living stream,
Changed by washing water

Moved to freedom



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