Underworld shadows, the movement of a hand
it touched my brow, the fever
smells of ochre and the litany
we will be here forever sung
as rain and wind steal particles of faith
carry them to the water’s edge,
set them adrift a million tiny babes
seeking the lagoon of some Pharaoh’s daughter.
When I was young in solemn oath
I did swear the bible and all the words
and fear to be truth-telling, sister, sister
you smiled and knew that lagoon would call to me
as soon as the necessary year’s accumulated
here now I float, touch my hand
and imprint a thousand caverns
sing to ensorcell any daughter’s haven.
Inside, in the shadows and rivulets that run
with all the actions done
handprints glow, red patterns discerned
by closing eyelids exposed to bright hope
all the while the caves chew the years
hollow the space to receive the bones
the heart a geologist watching solid steps
become the mists of a new age.
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