Tamara

water pulses

and rushes

carves through rock

but spills into

still pools

calm, cool

mirroring.

a stoic picture

with the potential

to move mountains

Gusts

broken atop mountains

that stand wary to the

oceans erosions

everything has its foil

toil is taken on everything

but everything takes toil

on

everything.

 

the wind--broken

falls upon the

still, cool, pool,

and disturbs the

serenity

think of eternities

this gentle balance

forces on forces

none too strong

but all unending

energy

pulsing

pulsing

think of the core

hot

red

powering the

spinning

pulsing

rushing

stillness

beautiful

 

think of the balance.

 

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