I sat beside the river as it flowed

wide and deep, as it always had.

Sometimes I traipsed a toe

or dangled a finger

testing, tasting

lazily curious.

 

It had carved through mountain and stone

cycling from the skies above

to subterranean depths

carrying its endless, necessary pain

on, down to the archetypal esturies

of our collective psyche,

the oceans of subconscious selves.

To subside to silty sediment then rock

and rise up into cloud again,

sustaining and infinitely wild.

….

 

A ragged pebble, from fire grown cold,

 a bit of cosmic flotsam

she was

ricochetting about the primordial deeps

itinerant and untamed.

Over the epochs, accumulating star-dust

and shards of ice,

strumming gravities resonant chords,

magnetically besotted;

whilst smashed by vagrant rocks,

colonised by chromosomal nano-blips

and other freaky dimensional anomolies

she settled for home on the angel wings

of a spinning disc of dizzy suns

pirouetting around bottomless pits

of polarity:

gods of creation, begetting worlds

 - portals, radiant cores, purest vacuums.

The enormity of nothings,

paradoxes of size and undying:

the borning of Time and Light.

So she grew, beauty unfolding:

her matrices and proportions

embedded in heliacal vortexes of flame,

conceiving seams of chrystal and gold

in the furnace pressures

of divine, chemical ecstasy;

leaves falling amongst the gift of bodies!

Atmospheres swathing foetal beginnings

where the first rivers sprangf!

 

So we ponder by the tumbling waters

within and without, mind-dabbling;

blood and sap singing through the veins;

the oceanic wombs of salty incipience;

the rain of tears, the storms own benevolence

all collude to embody

self-aware consciousness

...and perspective, objectively.

Transient bubbles, flashes of design.