Swirling Expanse of Infinity

4/14/97

A swirling expanse of infinity
courses through the path,  
the soft lapping sound,
the quiet glimmer of stars.

The charging flash of brilliant current
the smell of burning salt and fiery mist
giving way to the fierce roar
as thousands of particles meet each other
in a desperate race to fill the gap.

The sonic power destroys all silence,
the water waking, a very upset mood -
cresting, forming, creating the squall
grappling with the harmonic flow,
in a violent struggle of power against life.

Raping the rocks, the whitewater spray
shatters the whispers of reality
violent explosions of potentials
a courageous soldier charging the land
upon which he somehow avoids his doom

glistening in the photonic ray,
a light quite different from
that pushy electronic starter,
evaporating up the golden stairs
leaving behind all its waste.

The pure capsule cascades into a dance
where it helps to create 
creatures of imaginative grace and form.

Laughing and sighing and (occasionally) weeping,
the journey ends with a whisper and a crackle
a horde of rampaging children 
converging upon the small river of rock and dirt.

Falling with insane glee
crashing with giant splatters
and rushing downward,
knowing somehow that this path leads to home.


Yet here I stand, bareback to the wind,
amused at the touch of drops missed their mark,
my wet hair falling into my face,
intercepting a river with the flick of my tongue,
knowing truly where dreams do come from.