I arrive, a writhing hive of minds:
Scintilla effervescent is the Vibe
Summoning channel in the Flow
That half, right hand, to throw like
a man, such sayeth the wise one
the mantra joins harmony with the
hum of creation-- and those are
Pearls of second sight, mine eyes--
Apple to taste onion to scent,
Lamp lit, pretty blades aglitter,
Ting tang. Eleven chimes. Lucinda
in the Lyrids, enchanting the harp
to sing a Goddess's human tale,
cosmos speaking the I and AM.
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