This is what lights their sparks,
so if you try to fan embers,
they show.
There's a constellation
of raindrops on the branch
outside the window, catching
sunrise. Seven bright raindrops.
So they appear. Doing this
is craft. It's perceptual,
to build ways of expressing
intent to void. will to acquiescence.
tango to light fantastic. It's never
not been talking through. It's always
there. There at the edge of perception,
at the edge of attention.
constellation expands to twelve,
with the observer as thirteen, then
expands again to myriad, lit, and then
the constellation expands again to the infinite.
coven cast. think like a poet and move like
a dancer.
I lit fire. That initiation.
I knew the edge of dream
and body and spirit.
Spoke to the dead at even
intervals.
Phoenix.
Cut in.
Genius.
Phoenix.
Witchy Bitch.
Pheonix.
sigils cast,
moving,
constellations,
Phoenix.
snail horn eyes,
for the extension of
vision seeking beauty.
Springing free of
wrong beginnings,
to light symbolic
action, flame of intent.
All ritual is a language
and a beacon.
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