Lyrics of My Sister

The ravens wince above the wisp of sunflower wings at the fountain's mouth    
that is the supersoul folded on by love for our sister, her overlayering lace of leather heart fashioning us all,
and,
fumbling to the static of the ever-growing universe,
her preborn son,
forming his fingerprints down her side,
the thundering into his own existence.

Intelligible phrases intercepted by birds,    
our blood through burning genes bind our sunsets.    
   
Beneath a smoke of meterors    
echoes forsake sound,    
but coruscate in aurora dust.    
   
And    
in those life crystals of three solid cares,    
a morpho butterfly capes its iridescent blue along the amber rock of our family name,    
and you, my sister,    
can bottle a liquid constellation.

Awhile lullying
our nephew, your own, in matrix silk,    
by a yawn bolstered above the morning at the onset of your daily career.

And all at once, the world shivers down its volcanic spine,    
that this intuited warmth    
was the same as God's utterance of creation.