Stumbling through the nightmare visions of
     underworlds too deep for thought,
     too fiery to phase in supplication, to
     escape falling continents,
To suffer Atlantean visibility, collapsing
     contention with the fruits of destruction,
     the suns of years gone begging to the
     bronze flame totality
Of rational beings, without purpose, without soul,
     without the spirit of ocean raging causalities,
     the life of wet arc interiors, collecting
     the angelfish and fur seal,
The iguana, night driven, basking, territorial banal,
     frilled genius of genesis, the fruits of diffuse
     light correlating with coral escarpments,
     the true origin of conscious evolution.
The creation of manifest, molten omnipresence,
     omniscience in  sweet cane, the sugar sap
     rising like blood in passion, a solution comes
     dual-winged and like sleep
Under the surface, the star-shot blanket of eternity,
     the sea where all things begin, where the
     long hand gently placed the first mystery,
     sealed and golden, created and in wait.