No. 96

What sails your ship, the winds overhead or the fishes below?

Would you believe me if i told you that the atoms in our bodies were strung far up high, over the stars of a desert night?

Would you believe me if i told you that they were, but mirrored reflections of a past from which the future ascends?

Would you believe me if i told you that the heavens of the sky are but the rivers beneath your feet?

Would you believe me if i told you that west was east and that darkness was the source of all its light?

Would you believe me if i told you that we were the agents of this higher order and the advocates of its lower chaos?

Would you believe me if i told you that we were the embankment of both these rivers?

Would you believe me if i told you that we were both its ship and its house of light?