Ritual Spheres

I CHANTED
in 432 Hz
beastly words
given to me
by strange priests
gesticulating
mordant meaning
I CLUNG
to the depositories
sunk deep
into earthen heather
last rocky necropolis
fading chieftains’
apothecaries
I DUG
flesh
stream washing ritual
on the shifting banks
plants communicate
death poems
and glow
I EXPERIENCED
talking pigeons
with extended lives
given as transcendental knowledge
to mind masters Tesla, Gurdjieff, Kerouac
from the very Shaman who shouted
“hOMe” for this creation