Fallen from the precipice
Into the gorge of uncertainty
The liquidity of transient existence
Movement beneath my feet
Created by winds of transformation
My personal tornado
Seeking to disrupt
But I am unshaken
Strong still
I tell myself
When consciousness bathes me
Its relentless liquidity
Filling every pore.
Never.
Never was I at the precipice
There is no precipice
And these shadows
These new friends
Flow like a gentle spring
Offering shade and rest
Moving toward me
A place I have been
Since birth
Photographic Impressionistic Illusionistic 
your words flow so beautifully, like the waters in your photo! 🙂 such beauty.
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