flaming quivers shot from land to land
will and currents ever mingled, always making
reached through the womb, garden, and the void
cradled each vision that our minds have toyed
here we drink each other, some dance in flirtation
all slaking the thirst of spirit consummation
as each does venture, melt from spectral place to place
to feel one etched with names, to know the stars in their face
[ Artwork by Augustine Dunn ]