I jam sticks into the cave
the flow still comes
the force of it makes me woozy
I can't stop, else I die
rushing, rushing, rushing, rushing,
purging the cave of it's goodness,
we can see it all,
gushing into the river
to flow away for another day
I crack, the sticks crack,
Beautiful poem dear - you've captured the feeling of motion spectacularly. I hope your Christmas and New Year celebrations have been good as well!
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