How deep is the river?
The river that flows,
Slowly over the stepping stones.
Builds up with emotion,
See how it goes.
Always in haste ,
How the river flows.
Inwardly,
Drawing the vortex.
Frothy and foamy.

Wildly,
Thrashing it goes.
In the throes of motion
Down into the cauldron, in front of the nose of the witness.
Who inhales the scent of the water?
Not given,
Only be lent.
Tumbling of water.
Lucid and free.
The cauldron of the devil
The strollers may see.
(c)LIVVI