beyond the sands of time, lies a sacred river,
flowing and running, she carves her way through
flesh and bone, rock and stone,
his consciousness parted like a grand canyon shimmering in the light,
hues dancing, particles exploding
galaxies born in the night.
an eternal flame, her womb the warm meeting place
blue and orange swirling,
hydrogen and oxygen bonding,
his seed, her egg,
a timeless tale played out.
tumbling round and round again,
where they will end up
only Spirit knows
for now they remain
tossing and turning, leaping and jumping,
dying and crying,
mysteries of flight,
diving and rising, swooping and soaring,
crashing into construction and fright.
and still, the sacred serpent
slithers on by,
chasing its tale, consuming it whole
extinguished in the fight
QUETZALCOATL.
