make no mistake

Casting spells from the darkest

depths of the shine

the hammers ringing

on the ancient dulcimers of time

blade slicing the ether

in patterns of invocation

fashioned from orgasmic gasp

hear this song

chanted under the ringing

shaking mountain

danced into being

down from the tree of years

into the gathering baskets

of eternal hearts

there the graceful line

here the sharp edge

there the sinewed fineness

the sharp cloven endearment

that strumming rhythm

drums in our veins starward

remember the sand that cut your eye like glass

bleeding tears of understanding

the loss of never

waterfalls onto rivers flowing

into the sea of endless changes