Mysterious numbers rise and fall, leaving me faint
Astonishingly multiplying these blurred heavy-stained parallel lines
Tentacles tug and tear at me from my cubicle seat
Hexagons and prisms -these quadratic equations will be the death of me yet.
Weaver of flashy tales and florescent concoctions.
Intense conjuror of fantastic, unexplained realms.
Trusted daughter of the earth, air, water and fire.
Counselor between the spirits.
Healer of the body, mind and soul.
Reverberating the joyous tunes of
Every sorted flying flock.
Each branch whether gnarled, withered, fine or densely designed is a
Stage guaranteed for the crows, jays, cardinals, wrens…
Nourishing soil, so many natural tribulations and still,
Generations of Casablancas bow and lift their proud, curled slippers everyday against blue skies.
Spectacular light of our solar system
Undisputed power of our planet
Nourishes our eco-systems
Fattening our already swollen bellies
Every small bite, a delicious morsel
Scrumptious and fine, gouge your teeth deep down, we little one
Tough tendons will sharpen your fine muscles
Invigorating showers of blood, fat, sloughed skin will paint our naked skin
Vultures will swoop down shortly.
Ah! Quick! Swiftly gather our nightly booty
Load down your arms with all heavy, serrated, gouged, thrashed limbs
Save your tears and prayers for our snow-capped mountain peak open-starry flat.