Is not a
Waterfall,
Poised along
The path,
But
A trickle,
Flowing
Where the
Mosses
Bend and
Nearly meet,
Spilling life
Through
Cracked and
Muddied
Outlets.
It does not
Appear
By furrowed
Ground.
It bleeds in
The deep
Silence of
Undiscovered
Spaces.
Like the
Miracle,
Constant oil
In a flask,
One must be
Lost
To find it.
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