Above Basswood Falls

9:37 AM Marcellino DAmbrosio 0 Comments



Oh unconquerable cataracts,
Water piling over rocks and crags,
Rushing dash-smash and cast
High your vapors.
Ever do you empty yourself to fill up another.
Look how peaceful!
Look how tranquil!
The glassy pool below rests content
Your truest bedfellow.
You never hold back your happy gift,
Grip-clutch or clench
And you would cease,
Dry and die, and so would she.

And if in icy winter,
The one below, your love, should freeze,
and refuse your self-pouring
life giving streams,
Ever patient do you wait.
She melts to you,
She always melts to you.

I'm Marcellino D'Ambrosio, and this is my social commentary. From Austrian Economics to Hangliding, from Jesus to Quidditch, I endevor to leave no leaf unturned. The Swing Set is an image of childlike joy, my muse and greatest aspiration. I hopes that you will join me in swinging; so read, comment, and think on, my friends.

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