We danced as we gathered
Fresh sublimation of triple-point stars
To the covalent ceildh of clouds
Skylark ascending acceleration of joy
Heel-toe the tapping
magnetic the tempo
Crescendo the cresting
Till..
Swooping tangiential
Pregnant with knowing
Out flowing in ozone of love
Raining, tip-tripping we’re falling, soft folding away
Each in our droplet, clear-crystalline skin
Singly we sing, conjoint in orchestral skein
And tip-tap-tip slip-slopping
Hoh o hoh tippie-toe flowing
Torrents a-gurgling, giggle-atumbling
Drenching dry frictional sand
Glisten to demara-gold strand
Irresistably streaming
Mixing dust into lusting
Slaking memory with fire
Returning we quaff
As we laugh.
Phlebas the Phoenician, reconstituted
Crying was pulled from the deep sea swell
Wrenched through world enough, and time
(Prophecy lost)
To act again on the stage of her youth
Through this whirlpool ent’ring the clouds
(trailing glory)
Through tongues of fire she arose
(To be won)
The journey of water starts as molecule – HoH – evaporated from that sea, arising to form clouds, alive with brownian motion. On the one hand water represents eternal bonding – with the hydrogen and the oxygen atoms held-together through their covalent cloud of electrons through endless cycles of rebirth. A trinity. On the other – they associate variously – in droplets falling, through the rivers to the ocean. Together water retains a memory. (Mixing memory and desire). Water has a triple-point – at 0.1 degrees celcius at atmospheric pressure – where it’s different forms – solid, liquid and gas – are in equilibrium. The phase-change between ice and gas without passing through the liquid state – is called sublimation. An image of resurrection.