The replicative process begins before the waters amass too much
strength, flowing into the drains of cactus stumps dotting the plains
Soon my love, soon . . . Sooner than you may think.
The frogs to the dragonflies, fly with the birds of prey as they land on
the plain to joust with antelope foraging in the rising currents of
newly roused armadillo. The interplay bewitches the eyes, shining
chimerism, my cup runneth over . . .
Ah, the fish too fly with the frogs, for the air now seethes with
more than primordial species, and the land foments in its everlasting
turmoil, until submerged. The fish land on the land. Soon all is covered
with water. The plants break open their brilliant colors of polyps arrayed
in subluscent hemispheres.
The cactus stumps, once poignant reminders of a barren land, swell
and expand to the turgid fervor, gathering the waters into their
expansile trunks, swallowing antelope and armadillo whole, sending
once limpid arms to the sky. Into the sky they return the fallen waters.
Into the earth they return the emergent fauna, separating mass from
matter, material from manifold; the replicative process begins again,