The Fisherman and Mercurious

There is a tale told

of a fisherman who

when just a boy

found in his nets

a bottle black

all sealed up and corked

and so innocently

he broke the wax

and doing so

released the vex

oh noxious sprite

Mercurius:

mischevious

mercilous

cacaphonous

and like a band

of deranged players

the orchestra of noise

and lights

beleagured him

and beset all his actions

with disruption

day after day

a din upon dins

to his wit's end

he was driven

across a vital switch

wherein the poles of his

preconceptions reversed

and so he looked

again upon the noise

but with the eyes of love

and so he looked again

upon the bottle

but with the eyes all open

and so he sang a song

to the band of the Howling

and he so drummed a rythm

of rounded heart and soul

and so like a sheepdog

in loyal circles returning

he swept up his horrors

into music

into love

and he turned the bottle inside out

till it was as a surface unending

and he sang the myriad

monstrosities

up onto the open enclosure

and where they fell into the flow

Oroboros

the continuous

sufficient

unbegotten

flux of time

did curl them

into a fountain

that recovered

itself

recuperate

refreshing

every difference

into the total body

of magnificent

and ever-changing

rest

and back into the sea

the serpent-bottle swam

alive with every drop of dew

it ever contained

and more

and the fisherman lived long

and wise

and the Deep was ripe

with plenty

and the heart

was fruitful

the people made wise

and the land

was prosperous

thereafter.