Sit open

holds the window open slightly

for the fresh hatched dawn current entry

wedged shining disk

darkly behind the woven blush of gauze

there were crowns of salt

extra virgin anointments

thy name will not be said

by the lips that kiss the mother

the gators in the swamps only

mud creatures returning to mud

there's higher ground than below sea level

the saltwater floats us

mist on a wave up in the air

deeply inhaled then onto the edges

where to treeline

fresh grown grasses hillside

gust windily upward

the alpine filter

the whistle of the blowing

sharpened on the jagged rock edges

the foggy mountain dew rose

as the lightning purified

see the hands doing the brisk dance

throwing the flaming away

feel the force sending thee onward

there shall be no stopping any goodness here

or hereafter in the Ever

by the castle of the wolf

the leopard goddess

has called upon Anubis

to speak the true word