Author: wiggins.da

∴ tracing her path
along the falling effulgent light
unto the lady of the alderwood
where her fondness
and secrets dwell
infused my heart with spirits
ancient and bright
cast upon me
archeomancy’s mystic spell ∴

∴ i flirt with luck and the strange
perambulating past petroglyphs etched
upon my mind’s mountainous
and abyssal archipelago

alongside their fleshy silent stone veins
my pace quickens, bounding atop
yestermorrow’s heavily forested trails
where opposites unite, tooth-to-flesh-to-claw |

ever the iconoclast and aristocrat renouncer |
i machete through overgrown foliaged falsehood |
reading each thorn’s transcribed scratch
and slice ideograph—indelible marks across me |

in a moment of portent pause
the kestrel’s call shatters the sky
i am transfixed
she’s now arcing towards me
guiding me deeper into the aer of peace
of this collocate aeonian nexus
cocooning my acanth-scarred
and shadowed pelt ∴