Waterfall

Nothing about it is permanent except
Going over edge in a gondwana plain,
A ninety feet drop in an abyss of spray.
Go down its hellish depths, in its fog.

Look your eyesight up to a pure white
Streak from old sky, a permanent sky,
Holding no permanent water ,but fall
A fall dizzily impermanent, set in blue.

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