Loam

[Incantation for the 4/11 Working]

Release the heart’s block

Waterfall sings with all voices

 That ever sounded

Down to the sea, flat on the sand

 The lowest heals

Four mountains reveal themselves

Drone the vowels

Butterfly comes through love

Blue marble, spiral shell, grey stone

Fungal flight

A plug between juice fields

Jazz-bird invitation to the valley

At this time of appearing

 We are food and eaters of food

All the muck must emerge

A jungle shrine buries a city

 Burying even more ancient cities

Half-absorbed in the lichen cross

Beaten to shards, flakes, pulverized

 Wailing insane in the dirt

All is forgiven, all shame vanquished

Descend into the pit

 And wrestle away the keys

The strong wind blows pestilence

 Across the land

Invisible envoys of primal horror

Kombu for iodine, red wine for strontium

 Coltrane for cobalt, Cecil for cesium

Carnival of the fourth world

Hooved and shaggy we drum

 And play our pipes

  Wild willful twisting wobbling

   In the womb

    On Golgotha, on the sweet

     Skull of Adam

Stuttering Thunder shocks

 Us awake again and the

  Snake beckons us to the Star

Beech tree and Bedrock

 And Her cry bursts my heart

The landscape becomes alive in thought

Slip through the Western Gate

 Once things come and cross

  The crown is dual

Finally able to map

 The adimensional mugwortery

  Of birdspeak greentongue twilightese

Drawn into insect

 Rites of the setting sun

No rolling back of the sky

The holy fool burns down his house

Coyote still flails in the air

Nomad’s way once more

Contact through the still pool

 Of the mind

The others come to see themselves

 Reflected

A guerrilla assault from the Moon

The Zeroine breaks through at every instant

Too dangerous now to open

 The drunken gates

Death throes of the bug machine

Only gods and immortals may

 Leave through the South

Two Cones wrapped

 Around one another

The tent post, the smoke hole

Animal wheel in dance

Twelve snakes spiral into the poles

 Ascending and descending

  Through the phases of the Moon

Thirteen -- the completion of

 The sphere

Architectonics

Psychoshamanics

Green snake crossing

 On the steps

An invisible

 Grid overlaid on

  The land and shining through

   In words, notes, brush strokes

The song begins in the branches

 Hooting from the East hill

Mud union

Green shine and shadow

 Silence the peripheral buzz

  Knotted in flesh

Three mangy visitors at our back door

Here is the weave and the code

The moving world in a flash

Paradise in the details

Flickers of panic

A quest back to faith:

 The seat of the common sense

Pumping blood, radiating light

Circulating the loom of images

The departure of the Starman:

 You’re not alone

  In the woods between the worlds

Great wellings of light

 Peak through holes

  In the leaves

   Black slices into night

Even as all around floats with

 Petals and spores

Cool black wet loam