She's got a great body (of water) / On the cold black plateau / of volcanoes and cinder, / a small claim of springtime / where else it is winter / A hidden green valley, / a living ravine, / conceals itself here, / unknown and unseen. / And erupts here a spring / of such water so clear / that my image is perfect / when its depths I peer. / The burbling noise / of this babbling stream / replaces my thoughts / with a crystalline dream. / While thanking the gods / for this unbidden gift, / I hurl myself, nude, into current so swift. / I am carried away / but refreshed just the same. / I bob up and bob down / in this turbulent game. / While the eddies, they twirl me / and spin me around, / My ears overflow / with the nostalgic sound. / I play in her waters / as she plays with me. / We gambol andn frolic / with aquiline glee. / At long last, I lie spent, / on an outcropping shelf. / And I look down below, / seeing bits of myself.

-- ansi by mage, lit by cthulu.  click here for the original ansi released in Integrity June 1995 and here to see the original prose exercise this was based on --