Infinitely infolding the stencilled outlines
of myriad hints projected on to unprotected space.
Whither shadow thoughts, which edge rebound?
Colder now, but lighter.
Not sinking, not drowning.
This point at which by volume sheer
We fight and dagger pointed, strike to pierce the heart
Where formless void lies broken-backed
In its rich tumble of bicarbonate fluorescence.
But the bubble where joy is mirrored to sudden birth
Is this bright, slight shiver of delight
Here, now. As fluid links decouple and we turn to rise up
Crystallising inter-dependence that maketh our soul’s skin
Water is a miraculous substance. Without its properties life would not be. It is unique. Water as liquid carries memory. It is unique in that as it cools it reaches a point – at 4 degrees celcius – where instead of getting heavier as it cools – it starts to become lighter. This means that ice crystals form on the surface of liquid water – allowing life to grow below. Each and every ice crystal is unique. Different from all others that ever were or will be. Each crystal was born somewhere near Zero degrees centigrade, but the gestation began earlier at a turning point of 4 degrees.
What does it feel like as infinitely connected but edge-less water starts to rise toward crystalline separation with edges that connect in a giant structured lattice?
Water is a miraculous substance.