Traveling with the Ancestral Spirits

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Assimilate the compressed shadow minutes

Of the stone winged heart

Draw in the otherworld nutrients

For soul and soil

 

With vowed ideograms of light eye go deep

In memory clouds and shallow holes of thought

 

Anchored but rocking in endless centers

Is the menagerie of life’s lyricism

Made from the fissures of rosary or mala bead

Songs for what is holy lacing the air

 

Replenish my speech fire old mountain drum

With compass needle beater

Unmoor my skull fossil shell

 

Fish for eyes in sinew gardens

Of bitter taste and beauty

 

Full moon of madness swollen with the incoming time

Reverent word mist spread thin over abandoned spirit ports

Laying in the seabed of sighs

 

Far from the mother tongue of how we were as a people

Banded with all living things

In this wind library of time

 

Under matted mackerel clouds

My primal conch voice and restless vision

Disperses silver tears in breakers

 

Rustling the far shore of this pelagic map

Lucid magpies upsurge in gust above the mob static

 

I beat my skin drum for their bone frozen light

For the animals and trees wind and rain

I see dried up flowers for the haste of our neglected sun

Once held in sanctity crooning behind faded walls

In wildflower weeds a coven of bees

 

Lure polymorphic vernacular to join in weave honey

Into visceral belief become conscious again

Of our unfinished story splintering blue

On the turtle shell of the earth

Into this mosaic womb shroud shimmering

With our ancestors and angel

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