Winter! Make new words from frozen branches,
Needle’s eyes and rusty latches,
Old wood fires, five fiddle scratches.

White stars shiver, clenched teeth chatter,
One lost beat served on a platter.

Say the word “Mehabahigher,”
Pound the riddled universe with fire,
Peel the wisdom of the planets,
Mash them well, wrap them in flowers,
Keep eyes open for five hours,
add some saffron, sprinkle stardust,
Twenty-two acacia petals,
Icy bones, and one desire.

Priests decipher unknown language,
In the attic burn the nonsense,
Then they dance and drink the ritual
Of rebirth of life from nothing.