Soul Of Jim

Death of Orion's snake --  
rise then we die together  
writhing in blackness.  
The hunt is on --  
our eyes see beyond  
ephemeral vision.  
We are the seekers  
of what is not human;  
we are the plunderers of  
her dear soul.  

Taste the tears;  
you are the salt of every  
pit on vitreous earth.  
You are a vessel of  
Night's captive stars  
searching under  
all the ones we lost  
up there, our subjects bare  
in coldest Heaven where  
every sun is undone there.  
 
A child is crying --  
it is your forgotten true vision  
which calls to be heard;  
listen for its birthing,  
lead yourself on a quest.  
You will find her there --  
iron-clad woman whom you  
desire.  
 
You will remove her chains  
to free her, but not before  
she disperses into  
silver forest air --  
the very vapor you breathe  
to imbibe knowing;  
her strength.  
 
She knows you --  
shaman son of great  
green temple woman;  
you enter into her  
city's languid heat  
and are born.  
 
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