Rip Current

When the deepest fear comes on softest paws
Trampling all the chest, tearing with its claws
Goes against the grain, flowing from the shore,
One rip current caught drifting steady core

River in the sea, through the weakest point
Take me out of sand shifting crumbling joint
Where the water looks calm’n’dark as oil
“Wonderful” forefeels Arthur Conan Doyle

Why the strongest flow ‘s near the surface
Reaches speed below, when above — spans space
Once upon a fear of incoming waves
Two were seeking paths – least resistant ways

River in the sea, through the weakest point
Take them out of pier, rotting crummy joint,
If the water seems calm upon first sight
The subaqueous stream there is gaining height

RIP CURRENT (WHEN I HAVE FEARS)

“Our substance, or Rebis, consists of two things, Spirit and Matter; but the two are only one, and they produce a. third, which is the Universal Panacea, purifying all things, the Tincture, which transmutes base metals into gold. Our Elixir is therefore one thing, made of two; but the two are one.”