She Fell, Poetically

She fell poetically    
waterfalling over rock cliffs protuberances,  
in words gushing a million little rivers    
setting them free against their witholdings.    
    
Time set loose all withholdings    
and gravity pulled the words    
out of her soul.    
And here, at falls, she broke apart    
into a mist, a spray, a white ghost    
of many tiny osmotic cells aloft,    
each one a replica of her hearts yearnings    
each one an evaporative memory of its own being    
and all she was and had were memories.    
   
A museum full of dead yesterdays    
mummified in the embalming of harsh truths.    
She was to become and return to nothing    
but the words would remain    
and the poems would thus be formed    
as swift currents of possibilities    
on the wind seeking to land in fertile minds    
to teach, to reach, to enliven,    
   
In falling, to rise anew.    
   
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(138 words total = 39 repeated and 99 unique)