In the river of moons
the voice of a raven
guides mortals
to the path of light.
Dancing out of shadows
mystics part the cerulean curtain
with palms filled with stars
to feed visions.
The bloated corpse of narrow minds
opens its tongue of wounds
to release treasured thorns
into the eye of revelation.
Luna winks her cloudless eye to stir
watered stones to sing the song of knowing
into ears that must listen and weigh
every word before they speak.
