holding on for so long
gravity dictates
geology steers
time forms
necessary conditions arise
liquid crystal bud
containment
at some point
relinquishes -
in truth this time
no nearer)
but anyway
drip..........
drip.........
drip........
drip.......
drip......
drip.....
drip....
drip...
drip..
drip.
drip
drip
drop
drops
trickle
run
runnel
stream
brook
confluence
river
sea
cloud
mountain
perhaps cave
yes, a cave!
calcite
hematite
ah there's the rub
chaos ensues
where now the wingbeat
of order?
where now the security
of the written word?
only now the dripping heartbeat
of what was started long ago
ask the question
for I am powerless and unable.
Why are there seasons?
