Serpent cleanses, scorpion opens the gates as owl flies in,
Ancestors take their places in leaves and charcoal,
Alder, ash and willow cast their liquid net over the world,
We sing to the seeds with a mouth full of of clear notes and feathers,
We fly through ash and down into the boiling dark
Where ice lights are nailed to rocks cold enough to melt mercury.
Dead body and art body fuse like neon popcorn,
We all walk to the Aleph moon
And delicately touch the green veined roots.
