White Rapids (Poem)A Poem by Damien DavisonI filter the dirt of the past claiming home...Flowing like water around rocks eroded The bends and the banks in this flow can't hold me Filtering purer with every cold mile Shifting weight Energy in to a smile This narrow way constricts release of flow An increase in pressure, my white rapids show As I crash in to and in between stone I filter the dirt of the past claiming home
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