the song of being thrums rich and mossy
croaks and moans hollow and eternal
the forlorn creaking of endlessness and seeking
it resonates a throaty, vibrant harmony
limitless and warm, vibrating rhythmically with form
the melody of organization
onto which living things cling
we thrive in her eternal fertility
flush with being and knowing
possessed in the thrill of her nourishing regard
powerless we bloom, blossom; perish
dancers dancing; a song unending