Four white swans
melancholic in the shallows
little unicorn souls
neon snowflake tincture
for the sum
of five lost ages
in the sun
six spent sirens
and seven spirals careening empty
The assimilation
of life’s seemingly
discordant aspects
into a cohesive whole
is like unto
brewing a medicinal spell
to release on the new moon
and when the cards are turned
to reveal a peaceful moment
hark!
spark your spirit
to the rhythm
of an orderly vibration
humming electric
from magnetic spheres
dancing geometric patterns
swirling in shapes, manifesting form
All the mushrooms and flowers
and herbs and trees that I
have no names for
hold my imagination
in the life grip of hope
but if chaos remains
your favorite tonic
then carry your piece to the stars
and howl by night in lamentation
I listen instead
to the song of the whales
ringing sacred
at the yawning abyss
music’s inside aquatic source
mouth stuffed with salted pearls
pink fish and red eyes
Wim Hof secures deep breaths in place
my silver thread untethered
lucid along the path of turtles
