a descent into poetry insanity |
| no one will see Guaíra again. the waterfall that once spilled water—more water than anywhere in the world— that waterfall died— its basin overflowing, its rock face detonated to make way for boats and navigable water. fish from the lower river met fish from the upper for the first time, met, and fought, and formed a new balance, all for power. so much power. power for fifty million homes, spilling through the Itaipu— Guaíra reborn in light. line count: 20 Author's note ▶︎ |