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You are the whooshing woman        spewing out idea after idea,             in a boardroom meeting full of men,               who pay big bucks for your easy genius. Your constant shhhhh,     remains the greatest reminder          to stand silent,           it is the wind of your water,             that carries fish to a new life               or the waiting beak of a gull. And as your water topples to the side,      you become nature's velvet curtains        forever drawn to hide secrets          never meant for human consumption,            it is there, where you declare victory                over the paradox that is earth. Has anyone ever told you       your movement is your stillness?       Your calculated charm of "go"          provides anchor to the             nebulous change of man.        Sometimes I can hear       you in airplane cabins               and in evening traffic,                  when I am really trying hard                      to return to nature. But most of all I hear you in relation,       between two hearts beating with purpose,           within a rapturous conversation               about human chemistry. I'll admit, I have tried to carry you,     but you are too slippery when wet,        and you are always bursting with          significant moisture.
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Jul 27, 2022
Jul 27, 2022 at 12:41 AM UTC
Niagara Falls.
You are the whooshing woman        spewing out idea after idea,             in a boardroom meeting full of men,               who pay big bucks for your easy genius. Your constant shhhhh,     remains the greatest reminder          to stand silent,           it is the wind of your water,             that carries fish to a new life               or the waiting beak of a gull. And as your water topples to the side,      you become nature's velvet curtains        forever drawn to hide secrets          never meant for human consumption,            it is there, where you declare victory                over the paradox that is earth. Has anyone ever told you       your movement is your stillness?       Your calculated charm of "go"          provides anchor to the             nebulous change of man.        Sometimes I can hear       you in airplane cabins               and in evening traffic,                  when I am really trying hard                      to return to nature. But most of all I hear you in relation,       between two hearts beating with purpose,           within a rapturous conversation               about human chemistry. I'll admit, I have tried to carry you,     but you are too slippery when wet,        and you are always bursting with          significant moisture.
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Jul 27, 2022
Jul 27, 2022 at 12:41 AM UTC
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