Re-Attuning
to that which the
serpent speaks.
The cellular spiral dance
of which stones
are made.
That which quenches
thirst and ignites
flame with the same breath.
Trailblazers we are
again, we are.
again.
New rules no Ruler.
No measure of that
which unearths the
forgotten.
Beseech the remembered.
Alas! The Interpretive dancers and
Minutia romancers.
In between the love language links.
Helix to helix.
We are spinning into
and out
of
control.
