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Niagara Must Fall
I watch as Niagara does what Niagara must,
a timeless ritual carved into stone and memory.
The mist drifts upwardlike an old hymn,
softening the edges of a world that has forgotten how to breathe.
Below, the water gathers itself with the patience of saint
and the certainty of gravity,a quiet promise
kept through centuries of storms
and seasons that never agreedon what comes next.
There is a lesson in that thunder,
a truth wrapped in spray and echo:
even the strongest currents must eventually let go.
And so I stand there,hands in cold pockets,
thoughts heavier than winter air,
watching Niagara do what Niagara must,
because in the end,
Niagara falls,and so do we,
into new years,new reckonings,
new ways of being carried somewhere
we could not reach on our own.
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Niagara Must Fall
