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Dedicated to my friend E., for Hallowmas.

Chain & Sail

Nothing is lost.
We’ve caught the current
older than memory and not lost.
Living.
Writhing screaming
wind-breathing.

We’re red knot cluster clots,
Double helix string things.
In the cracked bone hollow
we’ve flown on the howling bellow
of not lost things.

In the corpse cavity
we hear them,
not lost memory stuff.
Weeping jet wishes and salt songs.
In the belly fire forge
of grieving
we hear them, crying.

We weld our chains
of will wrought strong.
We knot our ropes
of desire twisted rags.
We set our sails
of wanting woven cloth.

Fearless,
we throw our bodies to wave and wind
and dead shackled and skin soaked
we sink.
Down.
To rise
and catch the current
older than memory and not lost.

Living.
Writhing screaming
wind-breathing.

Hans Weiditz - Witches brewing magical potions From Geiler von Kaysersberg's 'Die Emeis' (1514)

Hans Weiditz – Witches brewing magical potions From Geiler von Kaysersberg’s ‘Die Emeis’ (1514)

P.S. ‘H’ is for Hallowmas. This post participates with The Pagan Blog Project 2014.

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