House of The Burning Moon

house of the burning moon

hike to the mountaintop

follows the sine wave of light

under the veil of forgetfulness.

booms of ice quakes 

bend, break, breathe opaque

rending the dark tide.

pierce the magnetic torus.

purify and renew in this fabric,

refraction of one morning.

house of the oscillating bee

gives birth to the universal,

cracks open the cosmic egg.

you are a waveform of light,

a fractal of repeating patterns

continually changing arrows;

a warp, and a weft

of sparks waiting to take flight

under the snow moon of ice.

Neith, the opener of ways 

reveals little mysteries

in the brief lunar humidity.

in the wave lies 

the secret of creation.

under earth’s veil of Isis

nature loves to hide.

green covers the face of rebirth

reassembling the fractals.

contemplate the sublime:

I am all that has been,

and is, and shall be; 

and no mortal has ever lifted my mantle.