A god by any other name would feel just as wondrous
These things drive us to the water
then pull us down below
An inhaling force of unanswerable questions
attracts us like a revolving door
Once in the grasp of madness
we are spun and separated
centrifuged
like oil and water
into body and mind
The decades lost
spent skimming off the tar
filtering the elements
fitting the pieces
finding the constants
forging the universals
Staring at the abyss, seen
seeing reflections of the abyss, unseen
Light gives form
to the underlying aether
offering clarity
projecting rotundity
sprouting rigidity
spawning contrasts
I see the intertwining vibrations
as they slither brisk
and slather slow