Mill Race

My life like a gushing mill race
No thought, just caught and free
Cascading uncontrollably
Bound up in ecstasy
No breath, no sight, no senses
Just motion and release
Each nanosecond splendid
A blinding veil of peace
Poured out, unthinking, drenched, replete
Abandoned just to be
A moment or a lifetime
A waterfall of me

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