Methane bubbles from lake
floor to surface.

In winter hang
suspended in ice,
waters block.

Millenial fermentation
of leaf, fish
filtered through
pristine crystal

And what emerges is
hot air and gas,
aroma of
subconscious musings

Mind whiskers
picking up on
preternatural meanderings

Unfurling the chromosomal
flag

Read, write and deepest blues