Sludge

This heaving forest collapses upon me

In thick masses of mist 

that curl from the moss

and seep between the oak 

Leaking jade and dark vein rivers

Churning below, dulled by dusk

The sludge echoes from the swamp

hitting back and forth from logs 

rhythmic transcendence  

disappeared in the fog

Vibrating below the earth 

Getting down with the rot