So this morning I have been imagining a waterfall. Instead of water, what tumbles free are a torrent of words. Not quite audible until you are immersed in it. What you hear depending on where you are in the falls. It would be spectacular. Perhaps it would recite all the poetry of the world, or words in random order. Every voice heard. Every word whisper-spoken for your ears only.
Maybe there is a cave beyond the words bathed in Chagall-worthy blue light where I might hole up and write.
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