White Mountain Rising















Shasta,
Uytaahkoo,
White Mountain Goddess

First light
Presiding

Between scorched thighs
Rising up















Robed in halos of
Pink cloud and magic hour

Crown shrouded

As her body glows

She knows the ways of men
Climbing her flanks,
Burning her hair

Yet she ascends,

Clothed in snowy knowing

Silent

Because there are no words
To fill the gloaming

Just ice and flash,
Melt and flow
Like the cities
Like the lava
Like the asphalt tar
Wound about her body.
Like Time
She abides,
Queen and slave
Full, luminous,
Mother



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