Delphi

The heights were not dizzying

Perspective is a trick of the ground

The lullaby of soil crunch solid between your toes

Promising the horizon could be only a line

Rioting rushing Rhizome

Pieces like dust along the chaos

Swimming along rivers of their own gravity

Erupting stars and whispered words of the dead

A fleeting, willing, cacophony of ravens

The lesser freedom of infinity

Unbound and boundless within my own without

Not freedom

but fate

A child drunk on pure space

And the waves run this way, and that way

Where the bottom falls out of your gut is in time

Unswallowable acid

Cold dripping through the spaces between thoughts

The sky is no exit

only rupture

In endless making uncreating voices in the void

Prophetic

Nothing fixed leaves nothing fixed

But I cannot shake the sense

That something ancient

stirs below my depths