a slippery start

four days into the new year

i watch my steps into the slippery

i start my steps from the slippery

from the mud and the dirt

from the swamp

the primordial soup of common

decent

into the slippery

reborn

stepping

like the runners hoping

to transcend and yet

returning

gravity’s serf

four days into the new year

 

 

a slippery start

from the dark

from the dirty

from the muddy

from the monsters

reborn

running

to a slippery

to a spot

to four days into the darkness

out of the primordial soup of common

hoping

stepping

not descending nor returning

transcending monsters

out of the swamp

 

 

a slippery start

a primordial slippery

out of the swamp

into the spot

into the soup

into the common sucking

heaving breathing licking spitting

mouth and lungs

the soft clay tissue

of glistering monsters

running

for days into the mud and the dirt

into the puddles

hoping

slipping

following up and down the path of 4.5 billion years

 

 

a slippery start

from the common

from the soft tissue

from the muddy moisture

the monsters

licking

hoping

years into the new soup

a primordial slippery

in the spot

of runners and monsters

heaving and breathing and mouthing

not transcending

the soft

the moisture

dirt days into the glistering clay

 

 

a slippery start

from the running

the stepping into

mudding and dirting

organic matter in motion

of glistering monster

for days of soft heaving

the moisture primordial

sipping

slipping

sucking

the soil soup of tissue

from darkness reborn

into the gravity

into the common

the running from clay

 

 

a slippery start

for the runners and monsters

longing

hoping

stepping and following

a path untrodden

for years into new years

into soft spots

into glistering

heaving

out of the common

slippery

of gravity’s motion

transcending

yet remaining

breathing clay