All Hallow Spirit of the Night Sky
"...if the Spirit-Of-The-Night-Sky needs more stars it calls upon the Wind Spirit, who blows and causes cottonwood twigs to break, releasing their stars to heaven." - Cheyenne and Arapahoe Legend
even now the landscape shifts,
and slender cinquefoil shades the hill.
shadows drop above the barrenness
of pestilence or harvest picked clean,
the brain divides the day into scenes.
captured chapters, meaningful segments
build scaffolding in a personal paraph,
cursive, recursive numerosities blend
one bountiful strange loop on the end.
a signature error, proceed at your peril.
take the pace of nature, transcendental.
neurons rise in the strangeness of zero.
eccentric outlier sensed on delicate wings
from broken glass bee box flies the shero
watching the headless horseman death dive.
miscarriage of marigolds vaporizes the hive
in hexagon shadows, the toothed moon rises.
stunned in our plenilune gaze, all tail no head,
the Halloween comet vanishes, eaten by the sun.
in the gap, deep lacuna magnetism unlocked
living rocks organize twelve stars in a crown.
Queen, data dame in equipoise works the runway,
pivots from the ancient fortress of soul and skin.
where does the mind end and the world begin
and does the power of prediction make you human?
from Mount Wilson to the Observatory of San Calixto,
quake comes to mind in the chaos needed to thrive,
quiet please… nothing behind the door.
in the uncertainty, she anticipates the future.
strategizing in the present, listening to the past,
and mindset expectations rule the way.
the Horsehead Nebula is just a hole in the universe.
the night wind screams, “Star Tree release your stars”
and nightjar spirit Pootoos bristle on the stump.
shake the willow wisps, it is time to take leave.
it is the hour for a moonlight bath…
twig and leaf,
a tau ghost with her hand extended as if in payment,
“you have done your part”
and the dropped seeds
all calling, calling and the soul creeps out of the tree.
nothingness carries being in its heart.
