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Shamanic Substance
Some sages
burn their fragrant,
savory namesake
to leaven air
in wafts of
heaven
Steeping wraiths
into stupors
& binding their bodiless
brawn
So down,
down
those gurus
droop to sleep...
Strewing used leaves
along premeditated treadings;
sacraments in footpaths
supposing they've shirked
any phantasmic followings
~
Ovoos
stately slant
in ascendant stances
with tips like lances
prodding Mongol yonder blues
a heron hue
imbues sanctioned invocations;
Thrice to rotate
'round the stony foundation
custom gyrations - coded oblations
Milk & honey
blessed & left for Tengri
A dusted alter
entrusted & encrusted
with silken donations
~
Wicks shiver in heat
lean necks sheathed
in cylinders
strung in wax;
Candles of plum
actively passing away
Purple light paves
lanes
to tame astral planes
Flame in the room
juts westward
snapping Haitian songs
astray
Tinging marimbulas
sing
dinging past the doorway
ringed in revenans
overhanging
drapery in reveries
with fangs
Rising faint
& up the rope
to seance in Antilles
airways
Conveyance with
cadaver saints
~
Were I born
through alter-womb
bred & fed
on the strings
of another breeze;
Strange pneumas
indeed,
winds like these...
could've cradled me
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