Ending In Fire

Death by Drowning

The sound of all the violence

The world

The music of the spheres Ringing

Bells Feedback Toning hitting

That perfect circle moment

The sound of the violence

The sound of crying.

Flagmaking

Weaver winds

Twine twists between digits

Dye one blood

Leave this pure

Cold and blue

Losing the Moon

Move along, Mother Night,

Throw the baby away

this curse lasts forever

Move along, Mother Night.

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Ending in Fire

Long we have waited at fire camp dreaming

Dancing to a bitter song

Where once we howeld to the moon

We now pay heed to why it hows:	

The circle and the rose are one.

Winter Solstice 1993

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