Friday, April 4, 2014

O great crystalline 
the end is merely the beginning
lead me lapidary to your mountains of superstition
well up your gold
bow to the bow, the riffle, the arrow 
the scrubland of charged soil, dry earth, and death
spirit medicine desert keepers
ignite a united clearing
cardinal points to community nomads
patches of elementals woven in ornate tapestries
honey calcite, himalayan quartz, jasper, copper king, slate and soaptree,
long neck cacti clusters with worshiping arms
with solid feet the barren oceans lair  
formed the final, the infinite, the everlasting
particles of us

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