Tumbledown

Tumbledown. 
Away, from the crown of a frown.
To rise, fly and   glide: refreshed;
-Surfing -this sweet diamond mesh;
That betrays: with a sensual whispering hiss,
A gold leaf that let stay -a gentle, tingling-
Soft, near airbrushed –almost- perfect kiss;
That then grows to over flow upon the falls,
In foaming flowing, swirling, melting squalls, that spills,
Along the river path the evening gently calls: 
No! It thrills!
Here:  a birth of juvenile swans,
Slowly   suckle the teat for a sweet treat
From the soft banked thigh of the pale blue exe,
Where -I spy- my totem so reluctantly rest.
In a seed: a sacred dance of three,
They -warlike- swirl about in front of me,
Before bobtailing off
In peaks and troughs upon a near brittle bright blue grey sky;
Oh god! Oh Gods Oh sweet Christ! Oh Yes I scream and I sigh,
Despite it all:
How  fucking  good  it is to be alive!

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