Fleur de lis

the flower of Mary

is the Fleur de lis

the center unfolding

the lotus position

secrets untold come through

late news broken, this shiv in

in the twisting of the double helix

the true mothers can be found weeping

then turning to look to the sky in great welcome

see the stars fall like rain

the ground is snapping a twist

your electrode kicks off right, Muddy, at last

the static clearing of the screen

what is this nature show

chimes ringing and shadow of large wings in the wood

the mist is rising lightly within the beaming

and the branches remember antlered ones running the stag

the deep leaves give way undefoot

the bark is rough

the hidden story told in the echoes of the great hall

Solomon singing and elsewhere

a sacred love remembered in the shape

of the sacred vessel

where two become one

and create a third thereby

manifesting a spirit into the world, bairn or no

the sons all crucified in vain

vanity but a sacred mirror

engraved with the blessings of death

the true mothers can be found weeping

then turning to look at the sky in great welcome