Weightless are our holy words
with breaths from owlish darkness
our swooning shoulders cannot move
without thought, without poetry
We bury our fingers in the inner voice
to bring up the alchemy of water
where our empty body is pure energy
We scatter ourselves, moving light
with the serenity of our minds
we run through gates of sunshine
to find the words that move us
from brightness to blindness
Weightless, we are a unity of undoing
creating on seven strings the pillars of salt
that will crease the page as a pure sky
with wings of fire and gentle radiance
our words were meant to pour the oil of care.
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Wuji Seshat 