carry that barque above your head.
You are Nun,
and we were told.
Carry the barque above your head,
and percolate from land to water.
I watched you destruct,
to reconstruct and create.
A world so complex it takes worlds,
lifetimes, deities to liberate.
The clouds are smoked
knowing that the ambivalence of Nun
I watched you create
all that you have ever known.
A creation that wants to deviate
but got stuck in a fate that you think you must carry.
Carry that barque above your head
to the edges of your universe,
wait until you allow yourself
to reach past to another universe.
Chaos gets scared,
Nun shuts down.