“Water”

How it shimmers
and shines beneath the light
of every sun that ever lived
and every world that ever died
thinking about all the good it could do
before it burned and boiled away.

there’s some collecting here
in a dent of dead dirt
it looked so bright once
but now it’s brown and bleak
and broken and full of silt
setting out to suffocate.

“The Shape of the Thought”

It’s all about the shape of the thought
the way it moves and turns and twists
through passages and problems and people
till it reaches a slightly bloodied destination
at the centre of every human being.

The stream catches a few scattered things
dragging them through the muck and silt
coating every particle with the wreckage
of all the things that flowed along before
and drowned in its rushing waters.

It’s worn such a deep diving path
turning flatlands into hills and valleys
worming their way across my brain
and through every fibre of me
until I found a way to stop the flow.