Liquid Stone
Erupting, like some potent lava-stream
From magma-chambers fractured by the stress
Of Earth’s evolving core, new thoughts burst free
From their constraining minds to pour themselves,
Like incandescent waves, into a text
Where they solidify into such forms
As might endure millennia and awe
Future explorers of their strange domain.
Just like volcanic rock, thoughts slowly feed
Fertile enrichment into barren sites,
Promoting with regenerative force
Fresh creativity where circumstance
Had sterilised stale productivity.
The paradox of art is to create
Enhancement through recombinative flux
Which yet renews, as it destroys, what was
Before its cataclysmic energies had thrown
Their beneficial blanketings of liquid stone.
