Come with me: Let’s tiptoe to the aching tree
And listen to its rustle-breath
Set your name free from your shape and skin.

Float with me, in absence of necessity,
For flesh is found no longer in this depth –
Layers turning layers of the outside in.

Follow me, the inauspicious deity.
Secure my pain, unleashing all the same on me.
Incur my lightning, trembling in my frailty.

And as my conflagration cools into a shine,
Aeons stir, and aeons sway, oh child of mine…  

Stand before the gate: The bell awaits,
Clamoring in ear-wrenching serenity.
I’ll come in stealth,
Watching you from flight as you step swift within.

And as my conflagration cools into a shine,
Aeons stir, and aeons sway, oh child of mine…

The tree will croak in keening, bending at the waist,
Twisting in conclusion of another fate.
A branch unfurled, a knot undone for me to see-
The parting hour has come for you and me.

Fare me well, my burden slowly shaking free,
As I prepare to carry yet another’s death.
And all the while, the mists will swirl, and rock, and spin…
And as my conflagration cools into a shine,
Aeons stir, and aeons sway, oh child of mine.