rising tides of

walk through the pools of philosophia

your steps push through the rocking water

your feet on

the soft sandshift of time

full to the brim

with the names of

descriptions for

the love electric.

as the diagram of currents for the factory engineer

once upon a time ago

moved the world into a different

mode of creation,

this is the industrial age.

and then the edge does eventually decline

and you must learn to swim

it gets deeper

there is a cold darkness and, um,

things

unseen

you get tired here

and it's the star's magnet,

that saves you.

growing the experience

from the earth to the the sky

your own small personalized line of

the love electric.

one day, you become the ocean.

the next, you are sky.

soon, infinity intrudes.

and opens all the roses.

after everything,

it's always the beginning.