The Waterfall

7

The infamy of waterfall sought hotly is invisible.

The height as yet unknown.

The sun as yet unshone.

Closely loudly passes through infinity of blackness

to the glimmer at the basin of your rocky edge adjacent.

Two slabs of wood would two men each are stacked on top, lay flat across,

make urbanesque-design-aesthetic tree-trunk coffee tables.

Preexisting, hint that supernatural only able.