Ripple Cool

My hand trickles down into the icy cool.  It refreshes, making my blood pump faster.  The wind touches my cheeks to redness, and with that I am content.  Who can stop up this flow, dam even this one small stream from an outlet?  The water may flood out into flatness for a space, but it will not be stopped.  Let my life run the same way – melodious to the ear over subdued obstacles, and languid and deep when the opportunity presents itself.

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