Your feet are cool; numbed by the fresh river waters
and entranced you see the human fishes which float past your eyes
the stepping stones present no obstacle with the river in flood
They move onward; away from the spawning ground towards the ocean
that sprawling metropolis to the east; where the air is too toxic to breathe
You see the changes written in the stones which adorn the shore
and now the gods themselves are powerless
the stars no longer expand; not anymore
the cosmos is much older than the mortals will ever comprehend ....
Extract taken from 'Awakening a New Scribe' written by Matthew James December 2002