Brew

Water warms up in gold,
Unknowingly, twisting,
Round and round,
In eddys and currents,
Swimming in times the
Past, Present, Future,
Warm water turning hot,
Bubbles, pops and
Impatient eyes and hair,
Hesitant clocks,
With twisted slow arms,
That take time to slave,
Round and round,
The hot water's pilgrimage,
Unborn intoxicant,
Ready to be born,
Under gold, thoughts and
Spilled untidy dust,

Night purloins gold,
And water purloins sight,
Clocks hesitant no more,
The human almost born.