let the salt dry on your skin
after running through the brush
like a wilder black hen
while the bugs buzz out
their hymns
hear them echo through
the hallow on a wave so
resonant
there's a hook on the back
of your heart
where i'd like to if you let me
tie a spring so we wont part
i'll tack it to the back of mine
we ca swing and cantilever
on the fulcrum of time
golden egg brilliant descends
from the flaming grass that lines
the nest of wilder black hen
as her dance ruptures the scrim
high kicking feet that pierce the veil
and let the spirits in
well i'd like to dance with you while in this game
till we drop on through the void into the
river of all name
so until we double back to whence we came
let me stroke and pet your feathers
hear you cluck a glad refrain
moving through the light
golden extraordinary
sweetest gift this life
even with its bitter pills
and poison berries
hold me in the night
darkness is a wild vibration
ever on the verge of flight
lift us up in exaltation
as the sweet firmament spins
ah the halo glows above the comb
of wilder black hen
and the creeks whisper amen
and the trees all sway with hearts so gay
just dancing in the wind
there's a hand here to hold against your heart
and another one to cradle you when things all
fall apart
and another one snaps and keeps the time
and another beckons closer
while another pours the wine
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