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Essence Lost
The writer said,
Never change that water
I want to keep it forever,
as if the pool changed its water's molecular strucure
to capture the essence of the movie star's
naked and glorious beauty,
as she swam like a mythical siren,
sending out notes of allurement.
A romantic story, if true,
but in the end the pool was drained
and the water was changed
after the death of the writer;
his heirs not sympathetic
to the whimseys
of a mercurial mind.
During languid summer days
I swim in the river and wonder
if its water's molecular structure is changed
to capture the essence of my presence,
and carry it lovingly
to the west
to its mouth
to the sea.
Does the sea rejoice,
gifting the essence to the clouds
until they are full to bursting,
then send it falling back to earth
as rain on the mountains and forests and fields;
to fall on the heart of the city where I live
in a house with a roof that shelters me
from the essence of the rain
from the sea
from the river
from me?
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Chetta Achara
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