The Crashing Well

[aesmael]

Fire and ice
if considered opposite,
might be apposite.

If you call this churning,
if you call this roiling,
a mess in reaction.

It is a well of great depth,
into which is plunged,
things which may withstand.

Or not.

Beauty going down,
beauty coming up,
immersion in (dark water?)

Pulling forth from every way,
an urgency to weave
their threads of silver-gold

Surface lost,
depths forgotten,
passing through the space between

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Glorification is scoffed; free-fall exhilarates.