An Ice cold stream
Thirty-two degrees
Alive with silk riffles and oceanic ambition
Cuts for miles through deep chasms
Dark eddies pull at particles
Building swirling mass
Just beyond a pine stand
The ground gapes open
Muted thunder simmering below
The piqued stream winds close and aware.
With a final heaving froth
It plunges downward
Dispersed by a hollow gravity
and subterranean structure.
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