Work Text:
One story says that life
Springs up, sourceless
Like water pushing up
From under stone
Distilled by fire reaching for the air
One story says that life
By god ticks down
A cosmic watch-spring wound
To finite end
Meticulously planned and set to run
One story says that life
Is also Death
Buds bursting forth in spring
To dying fall
As winter seeds await reviving warmth
One story says that life
Springs from the spin
Of arsmetric forces
Dancing 'round
The sun in complex figures, space and time
But Methos knows that life
Is all these things
And none: myth true as math
Renewing still
Conceived in love, as every kind of spring