I once heard frogs singing

a bridge between Earth’s radiant spiralled song

and my solar-systemic brainstem

flowing down and out across octaved rib cage

and diapraxis hips

with skeletal smooth-structured hinges

folding in to bow toward Earth,

unfolding open to breathe in ProGenitor’s

bullfrogged Yangish lusty air,

croking through my sustained memory

of Golden Rules and Ratios

and Alchemy Elixirs,

Prime Zero-Culturing Relationships

coincidentally greeting gravity waves,

mutually sustainable and effective

economic EcoTherapeutic harmonies

singing their bridge,

co-spiralling super-nuclear ellipses

living Climax Commons,

diastatic self-reforming Universe.