come
into the tipi,
feel warning of dusk
and night falling at horizon
of self decomposing into shadow;
so lift up desire and deeper thirst for love
and freedom and come into this tipi here,
at the heart
of it all.
thunderous futures draw near, but animal skins safe-guard storming;
and mercy, she uncreases shame; and trees rooted tenderly down in earth
support this night, this sacred space of conception, between these columns of light,
as incepting spirals of unkilled joy and universal promise redeem in seed wars yet unravaged
and wounds waiting to be torn; and grief damned in dire torment in single hearts will burst then -
through wilder filament of universal love - cascading like passion, madness, lust and pain as ecstasy itself
vanquishes
the sea.
So come into the tipi, oh sweet ones, jealousy melts lazily into love: just as fearful eyes of children lost in shadow,
slammed bleak in despair, are soothed by candles of clearer form - and hate, it falls from feet like crushed leaves in dust
on this fire at the heart of hearts that warms us inside out, opening densest portals of mystery signalled silently
by the waving rise of smoke pink kissed and palest blue in the shocking clarity of dawn
