Geology

Touch is the sacrament.

It lies within the grain of wood

That grows, and nourishes.

I have builded my house

Below the shifting of the earth,

I have builded my house

On the liquid rock;

And the earth root cracks

The centre of the world,

And eager the sap rushes heavenward.

This is the Ash to my ash.

Let no one question that there is chemistry

Between these natures, watch

The blessed conception as they touch,

Veiled in steam.

Let no one part the wave and flow,

Or halt the spin that sends the solid wide.