It has to be fluid,
Like water, liquid silver,
Has to flow,
Like a current, like air,
Like a wave gathering speed,
And as it reaches the shore,
A shattering climax,
Gasping for more,
Each linked to the next,
A single line of light,
Soft like satin, silk,
Belief, there must be depth,
History no one knows,
But not jerky, not clunky,
The whole has to flow,