oh to pour out my soul as water falls from the mountain
as rain from the sky, restless and free, drunk deeply
refreshing to the taste and restoring the body
but i am a tepid drop in a thirsty jar, cork sealed tight, top rusted shut
a warm puddle on the pavement, confined to the dirty sidewalk where passersby kick and splash and separate me from myself
so i am silent
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