Waterfall

I watch it fall
glistening, bulbous and ferociously small.
I feel it speak of unspeakable reasons for its birth.
Globules of salt in its wound
seeking a sanctuary
a restful place.

I feel it fall
on a soft pillow
of the flesh of my face
battered
and so warm 
so used
abused
and yet it has a place there
of a family gone before
dried remnants of previous experience.

I fall
into the clutches
and catch them all
silently as I hold them
gather them.
Safe in the familiarity.

i do not know?

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