
The route it takes,
A dearth of direction
Or possible destination
Light both light and bulky
With individual stems
Or fronds
Or strikes
No pretense of following the path
Erratic as though drugged
Jumping hither
Up
Wherever
Challenging the flow
Yet continuing to shock
With both its own mind and mindless
Teeming with energy and murderous rage
Yet natural
And untamed


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