I split open
right down
the center of
my lit-up blue
of throat,
gutterally lush
into deep green
tumbled brush
forest heartwave
zipping straight
between the sloping
landscapes of *******
as the heavens
take me in,
temper my
weathered blasts
of tempest
that have thrown me back
unto the wall of ether
Impacting through
the fibers of time and
spatial relativity,
the poisoned burns
along my spinal chord
crackle
with the scent of sage
and a
savory-flavored wisdom
of a more enlightened age
Yes, the time
for cleansing has come
and, as electricity
trips off my energetic crown
I can only see hazy
ribbons of
purple light
becoming
one large
sea of dreams
fully expanded
It is time
for visionquest and
I must make ready,
arms taking in the world
preparing for
silent battle
wordless in whisperings
yet ready to howl
I sit back on
my haunches
eyes on lookout
heart alight
in licks of green fire
my weapons hidden
my eyes that of a child
ever soft, pliable
ready for all to happen
and I must gather
my own children 'round
like a she-wolf
surround them with the
timeless protection
of my breath
as ancient spells
re-alight in the sparks
and a wispiness, like smoke
envelopes my being
By daybreak,
my old soul
will align
and dance with
all the new
I can
possibly
muster
or even
think
to
bear
Jan 2, 2017
Jan 2, 2017 at 6:49 PM UTC
I split open
right down
the center of
my lit-up blue
of throat,
gutterally lush
into deep green
tumbled brush
forest heartwave
zipping straight
between the sloping
landscapes of *******
as the heavens
take me in,
temper my
weathered blasts
of tempest
that have thrown me back
unto the wall of ether
Impacting through
the fibers of time and
spatial relativity,
the poisoned burns
along my spinal chord
crackle
with the scent of sage
and a
savory-flavored wisdom
of a more enlightened age
Yes, the time
for cleansing has come
and, as electricity
trips off my energetic crown
I can only see hazy
ribbons of
purple light
becoming
one large
sea of dreams
fully expanded
It is time
for visionquest and
I must make ready,
arms taking in the world
preparing for
silent battle
wordless in whisperings
yet ready to howl
I sit back on
my haunches
eyes on lookout
heart alight
in licks of green fire
my weapons hidden
my eyes that of a child
ever soft, pliable
ready for all to happen
and I must gather
my own children 'round
like a she-wolf
surround them with the
timeless protection
of my breath
as ancient spells
re-alight in the sparks
and a wispiness, like smoke
envelopes my being
By daybreak,
my old soul
will align
and dance with
all the new
I can
possibly
muster
or even
think
to
bear
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