It made them. 

Make them all come out

To go the wrong way

To come back again

To trudge

To find it

Right inside where

Sky and earth connected in

This water scrying mirror

Alchemical liquid mercury

Sky void 

Sump hole 

Atop a ridge

By some crags

To go back

To go forwards

To trudge upwards

Look backwards

Think sideways

Shake the brain matter

The juices now simmering

Down stairs in the kitchen

This fluid life, this existence

Of water and pain and joy

Triumph over the body decay

The mind rot cast out

Over the speed of sound 

Jet across the valley

Reflecting the sun on all the pooled 

Jewelled roads 

Vast green cold life.