Riverbeds Hewn in Marrow

All rivers diverge from centre
Torrents rage through clutching fingers
Stealing into the nothing
The frailty of all that breathes and bleeds
Now revealed, in the lifeblood of a first son
And I would silence all the world
That your essence would sustain
So deep the channels run,
Carved into darkness and nothing
And would that I could hold the world at bay
But the infinite slips through wearied fingers
(Stealing into the nothing)
All rivers diverge from centre
Torn away, into the quiet