The nature part
Emerging from the Silki’s flesh
Allows the host of fangs
To glance upon the seas reflecton
“Ah, a hearty meal“...they think
Fierce fangs in hiding
As they turn their eyes toward east
Distracted by
Their second sun
Casting shadows on this moon
“EMERGE,fair maid!”
The portly porpoise cries
“Emerge and blossom like the rose!
Become another fearless flesh contender
Blatant in the guise of mild humanity’s display
For coming is the day!
Let subtle scent of origins begin to stir their mind
That they’ll remember all the longings of their heart
The impetus of being in their soul”
She climbs the rocky knoll
Left hand to brow
A graceless gesture for a shade
From bleaching suns
From blaring siege of night
And all the change to come
Then with the right hand
Lifts the sword from stone
From memory of all that’s past
And sweetly sewn
Within the weavings of desire
(Gno one emerges from the void
Of gno thing)
Gravity’s collection
Pockets full of paradise
And maps of all perfections
….Laden with the weight of oraborus strain
She rises
Lifts and
Flies
Above the same
Descends into the depths upon a wing
Then beams the light upon the steady wave
A light house
Of our dark’s imaginings
Fair fuel for fine potential
Tender threads of crystal grids unseen
Expanding and contracting time and space
A tetragammatron of dreams