I was once a forest covered with trees
It was an ancient time, with ancient beasts
And ancient men before logic was born.

I was the only one to speak, unkind did I spoke
And lighting started fires as a breath
Through thickets of these exuberant lungs.

I was once in a winter brook flowing
Upstream, and flowing still, I was breeding
New words for men who didn’t speak.

Let me mock all cures, spirits and plants,
I was in the way of inventing eternity
And to this day, I still am present.

Image credit : Hugh Holland, « Down on the Corner, Danny Kwock, Balboa Beach (No. 68) », 1975