I'm just there, higher, like standing. I view lands fertile and balming. I watch waves arcing and breaking, and I sway, shudder, with feeling, as I grin, laughing, it's inviting. with arms wide, reaching I'm moving. Close in now, clearly I'm shaking, and I see purple streams pulsing, so life rich, surging with giving. And the pools, ovals, they're brimming. And I’m so running, and bounding. She's not bound, restrained. She's freeing. There I go, today I'm diving straight for the fertile moist giving, and the vales vibrant and singing rise to mounds, mountains, she's blooming. with Pinnacles to climb on. and Bumps to lie down on. Now she moves there a rippling and she squeals tremors from tearing at the mud, at the blood of her.