love’s rejection shaman sacrifices seeds of war— when spirit of Sky drown’d the fires of Underworld’s god— that Mazama might hatch from its mountain cocoon and be reborn into purity— into Crater Lake
our footsteps— thoughts in a fog of ice and flame thrashing land’s breath— creating new seed from featherless ashes— new tributaries of thirsty veins rousing Terra— rescuing her from her dark dream of compost and mulch to fructify a new tomorrow
how refreshing those times when the world offroads thru another prism door to refract a breath of newness engendering feelings a child sometimes feels— and for that twinkling I am a kid again
Magician
with a Hat full of Spirits—
th’ Eyes and Ears
of th’ Ups and Downs
either from man’s Heart
or from tilapia’s Tongue—
He is the Memory of the Day
till even beyond Last Call