The amount of well that I wish you
is deeper than drowning,
and lighter than light,
and cleaner than air.
No rope with a bucket
attached could touch bottom.
But it would be drenched
before it descended
below the top rim
overflowing all care.
You won't need a dipper
to drink your fill.
Just stick in your whole
fucking head and blow!
And yell underwater,
and shake and toss back
flinging streams from your hair,
and gurgle, refreshed. I hope
you could be refreshed,
you know.
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