In the Beginning was the Word
Incantation births the moon Whispers molding ether Like clay Say what you dream Speak Life into air Recognize what already exists And live forever Mustard seeds fit On the tip of a finger Yet Mountains slide apart At their power Say what you mean Dreams are but nascent Reality Ready to rise out of Desire So pungent Sticky honey spells Adhere to atoms Forming a perfect oak tree To shelter Feed, Make love beneath...