To know the secret. To ring the bell.
Seek clay, words
To act as god
Unearth what they form
As discovery
As a root
The natural world is this bell
A path to god
Cast and pray
Sometimes we know things unknowing. By hand. Wet silt informing each line. That we slip on. Slip into.
Then fire and ice burning in other's doubt. And if it doesn't ring. Sing out of the heavens.
A hole opens. How we've carved ourselves. We lie there. In the openings.
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