Till the stars’ furrow encircle this mind.
Earthen nest of plaited starlight threading chosen constellations . Scrying skies pool bestirring an infinite subtle glow,
like caught ambers bug suspended in eternity .
Chatoyant stones shimmer upon this obsidian dome,
as embers entering with a piercing sound.
Fireflies blink an ode, their courtship of mystery glowing.
Here earth speechlessly circles a hidden sun.
Dawn breathes a brush of living into fading stars a lighter blue . Not for the earthen red orange unfolding sun rises ,
thoughts should quench hunger while circling around a sunstar
eddy of a pool going some round then nowhere .
Pole sticks, pierce inside earth a shallow hole,
aligned with a constant point our constellations circle.
Polaris tethers nite circling stars round a center
tilling fires turning drawing wheel of stones .
I woke up from a dream, like Beetle peeking through soil, malachite moist dewdrops of static globes glisten crystalline.
Scrying awake beside such mirroring beauty.
For a long dormant dream colours, becoming a beetles hypnotic gaze. Pheromone of stars evoke senses. Tasting drops of moisture beside a memory unfolds. Rolling pieces that plait earth becoming a ball.
Beetle flips upside down upon his emerald shell wings, fluttering scratch a rhythmic ode to the stars. While legs weave a sextet pattern , calling to divine nights Pleiades cluster .
Venus with Jupiter reflect. Beetle dreams blending a potion, a magick dance to the other side of earth rolling earth into a ball.