the gentle hum of distant portals

bloodstained and screaming
unknowing
of sparks ignited in the flames of birth
the path lain in ash
conjured and carried by the belly of
divine alignment

to dream up the future and walk
backwards in the night
tracing your hands
with the illumination of all the strings
placed at your feet

reveling in the faces we’ve always known
gifts given upon entry and waiting for your call

to feel the ripples bounding towards you
unafraid of the embrace
guzzling the cup as beads roll
the surface of skin
grasping for the current to carry you under

tethered to movements that propel us
ever forward
into the continual rotations
of morning light
whispered always by the quiet and knowing tide