Sonnet #380

Follow water to the low places, and swim

Let your sweat and tear drops seek the bottom

Dwell where they pool, caught in the shadow's rim

between the groundwater and the echoing golems

that march beneath the earth, all blind and lurking

and marked by word of god upon the brow

to walk these darkling trails, and with their jerking

footfalls carve the trails where water is low

Follow water into these ancient pathways of gloom

illuminated only by the shimmer of the water

and the glimmer of electricity in the stones

March until the steam begins, the magma shatters

the stones and becomes the water and all golems die

where clay dissolves. In this place diamonds rise.