A Slew of Poems Unrevised

Ode to...

Mystic graps
Emitting force
Co creator devices
Perceiving through them
Divine touch to know

These beings feel the world
Without bias
No barrier
Raw & real
This flesh holds the secrets
Of occult wisdom
With the lines that grace them
painting maps to unlock…
keys to past lives memory
These ethereal artisans
Have created
Food
Art
A fucking mess sometimes
But in the end magick

Finger tips
With electric source energy
Radiate outwardly at
One
At all
Sacred hands
The way they twirl
&
Whirl
Creating balls of animation
Nails flickering and ignitating flames
Of internal power