Tempus Subluit

Once oceans were rivers. Indra coursing through ninety-nine fortresses. Vomited forth like a poison. Choking the serpent with brine and ether. Indra, Promethean in his gift of water that poured like time into the Samudra.Vritra, Christ-like in his sacrifice, dead at twilight, the line that divides the day. Motion. Set in motion. Oceanus coursing past