T H E :G R E A T: D E T E R G E

The Great Deterge,
 captured in moments lapsed and memories lost, 
leaving nothing behind,
everything is found ahead,
the god-head has bread the future into the fabric of a lake bed,
nothing is heard,
nothing is said,
a lovely flower sprouted out of a turnips bed,
nothing is more capricious than a sky filled with words unsaid.