There’s no rush
to do anything;
I have done so much—
already the sun hits
the waterfall mouth
at the moment
never ending—
My want for permanence
is never ending—the rocks
below look luminous;
I accept how small
I must get
to fall upwards
in radiant mist—
John Harper is an awesome dude; now arriving on time; however, he doesn’t know what it’s for, but is enjoying life all the same.
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