I descended from my better nature

Into my abhorrent one,

The metal staircase clanging with abstractions

From the black tarmac of human creation

Into the greenery of unwanted, yet I bothered weeds.

Where the beetles buzz but become nothingness in the steam of the falls.

This creation of locks and water, of engines and current.

The canal still in some places

And gushing in others,

The balance of patient stillness

And Cacophonous roaring

And the same between my ears.

I did not find baptism in stillness

But absolutism in fury

I let the fierce water drench me

And let it crown my head with its cold teeth

Peeling away the heat from my skin.

I heard nothing but flowing water;

This man-made body of nature;

A demon of science and environment; 

A hackneyed monster of man and beast.

I stayed, descended, in the slow motion of chaos

Letting it soothe me

With tenacious unstoppability 

And wet hair I wore as a crown.