first rebellion

You bring me back to the root of things

(--)no, I did not ask for forgiveness(--)

back to the base of the mountain

before it rises, before it builds
through the deep blue water to the sun.

You bring me back

to the first rebellion

when the Earth refused to keep its heat

and Her land refused to stand aside

Twas thereafter volcanoes of time and spirit

became impatient eruptive forces.

I needed rock to stay beneath my feet

entreated air to remain in my next breath

sought refuge in bulging clouds,

as if I were a bird, a ship of the sea-above- the- seas

(--)no, I did not ask for forgiveness(--)

I trusted… as if you were rock, air,

the winds on which I'd soar.

You bring me back

where things are born and rise to the sky.