A darkened mush

within a vat of mineral,

a ripening rush

descended the bowels of a mammal,

the discovery feels liminal,

scents swim like eels

wafting through the fronds of grass

on a mountain of grazing lass,

the climb harkens of Olympus,

the heavens meet me

and I am beckoned to kneel

only interrupted by a bee,

the altitude fills the lungs with levity

and the prairie with freshness of the soil

grounded by the mountain’s gravity

the ancient flotsam of existence

floats over and through me

each mote and sound

a data for eternity

the green prairie rustles,

rippling into a yellow savannah,

greased by the glaring sun,

bringing death to my bustles.