Secrets of the Elemental Children
Midst amniotic seas
bordered sounds are muffled,
clear and strange as whale song from the deep,
gripped by undulating tide.
Oceanic pressures forge distinction between
beings knowingly familiar,
hidden by bliss from time itself.
Seconds pass.
Ancient wisdom calls.
Instinct awakens tiny limbs
and climbing creepers cling and struggle
to light where,
suckling sap from ripened breast,
gnarled bark meets leaf-soft skin.
Driven by unconditional love,
born from molten depths,
intense, smouldering, endless,
I am Creator, guardian, protector, teacher,
ablaze with unspeakable joy.
Ferociously tender.
Delicately destructible.
Trembling.
Thunderous.
Exhilarated.
And made
to be broken.
Time’s quarry.
Beginnings disguise time as creature kind, but time
prowls,
hiding in classrooms, under beds, beneath skin,
relentless in the hunt.
Cold counting.
When I am carried westward
remember me.
Giver of life.
Destroyer of worlds.
Keeper of all that was.






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