Poem Ten: Ceremony

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We are tangled in many beings.

Holder of ceremony.  Cloud

swallower. Wielder of swords.

Cut the shoulders of rivers.

Cut the long reaching arms

of Sequoia.  Will we 

grow old together? Interrer

of tides.  Swallower of canyons.

You wear the cape of the night.

Your dark sword dreams

of oil and the black smoke

of coal. You

bury the grass.

Surrogate of the black moon.

The memory of the sea

recedes.

The earth will turn with

or without you.

The blood of dire wolves

brings life. Surrogate

of the white moon. 

Chosen rocks are heated.

The memory of the sea 

recedes.

Your body will expand

into tree sap.

The widening arms of sequoia.

Tattoo yourself

with sacred symbols 

and prophetic words.

We are tangled into many beings.

Let the ceremony begin.

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