Swirling swiftly – waters magellanic,
coursing ‘midst the void of foamless ‘fusion,
search their sweeping way, by force determined;
inev’tability’s their god-Guide. Spun,
inverted waters, ‘breast a ring of cloud,
break bounds of preevyus pattern-paths to tread
new riv’ring metre manifest in hot,
black life that, to ceramic edges, spreads.
Now sparse the signs of entropied life sit,
floating despite th’impossibility
of ought but only nothing in the end –
glor’yus, ungentle, fraught expression; free.
In stillness, yet, the precious echo rings.
E’en in the absolute, life can’t not be.
william altoft 