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.
(138 words total = 39 repeated and 99 unique)