Spine

SOC Writing _ 9.10.21

Spine

Up and down, flourishing and jamming - my spine is erect and carries messages of love and hate - the gate opened and the torrent now flowing - this eddy - this river carries us - also drowns us - washed up on the shore of my imagination - I have stones in my mouth - bits of tree tangled around my legs - I am going through the rivers washing and there is no telling what she’ll leave me on the other side. Once battered - my thighs smashed against her submerged rocks and logs and pain - and marooned in the midst of this torrent I wait - for a kind of rescue - but none comes - I must ease myself back into the muddy waters and float on her - be taken to safety through the wildness of her back - the creature that bites and barks is an emissary of God - the gods all smiling down on me in my destruction, chuckling to each other about the exact way my heart faints - the particular manner in which I am exhausted - like a plaything - but so curious to them - why do I keep getting back on - the river ignores the gods, she has other plans - plans of her own - just like always - to flow - to keep moving - everything out to sea where they can find a mate - return one day at the appointed time and spawn. I will return with my own mate - with my own ability to create with life and give myself in one final surge of energy before my own life is spent - giving it to the next generation with such a display of riotous death-making that the gods this time really gasp - that a human could put their hand to this particular plow and forge a destiny that makes all other destiny's come into line - a lineage of gods, of flow - of the power of transmission when I am open and receptive to what must flow through me. x