Poetry

[Protonexus]

Dive into the verbose river
The waters of my mouth
Currents flow to deliver
The symbol of my truth
Ripples run the surface
The vibration of my throat
Running at a natural pace
The impurity begins to float
Washes away sediment
The waters do not yield
Over and under firmament
The eveloping liquid shield
Bring whats buried to light
The source of all life
Cycles of formless might
The drink to remedy strife
Approaching the ocean
The return to all-one
Ebb and flow in session
The verb to atone