Death-Dew - Andrew Fort
How water moves;
How it dances in the light of the rays of the sun.
How its glorious liquid crystal form
Takes on any shape into which it runs.
How it falls from the sky
Like many thousands of opalescent jewels.
How it calms us with its sound;
How its steady trickle coalesces into tiny glimmering pools
How it roars when enough collects;
How a liquid can be so deafening and loud
When the tides turn;
When it falls from the clouds.
How our beloved liquid saturates everything!
We cannot escape it as long as we live
Scarcely do we realize it
In the cradle; in the crib.
Neither do we see it in the heavens
Nor behold it in the earth
Nor view it as a life source
Nor cognize its gentle mirth.
Yet, water can take away just as it gives
We die, you die, but all fear death by drowning
Who knew it would be the crowning
Glory of our celebrated liquid
To soak us with life;
To be the bond between false and true;
To give us all our bodies;
To shroud us in our death-dew.
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Verbosity
PoetryI think too much. Maybe that's what leads me to write so much and with such a diction. Maybe that's a good thing. Maybe it's a bad thing. Maybe we will never know if it's even of any consequence. Oh, well. I suppose I'll see you inside.
