Pipe Dream

At this very moment all becomes right.
A pipe reopens and we can say oh my!
With release of wasted time and might,
unburdened by a silent sigh.

A block had held it back and still.
Now sounds of rush, waters dance and play,
No dam of doubt, no stubborn will,
will turn the flow from clear to gray.

Now is the time with fierce sacred pace,
it wears down mistakes, eats through the clogged wall.
And there within the pipe’s open face,
a flow appears, so wide so tall.

The waters stirred, begins to stream,
like distant seas, clear open skies.
And with a surge, a joyful beam,
it clears the blockage; it takes the prize.

Now flowing free, with strength renewed,
the river sings, its spirit high.
In every curve, in every mood,
swirling, bubbling life beneath the sky.

For with great flow, the debris blows.
Through it all, the water gushes.
No more blocks will come, renewed freedom let go.
Right away it flows, it rushes.

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