globe

∴ overtweenround and through
mind’s mountains
cedar scents, these trails climb—
a bear’s pace
paws pressing glow-arpeggio
cry rings, crow—dark omen, winged
casting judgment o’er land ‘n thee
wardbells toll, their knell draws nigh

cobble worn with days, guides bare
each footfall spinning spells
wilds cairn and rune, pine’s call divine—
this hitching want, ancestors’ sign
globe spinning underfeets
ascend, no longer lone in kind ∴