the great bear

a weightless breath

the air alive

swords of water cutting the sides through half-closed eyes

a marble curtain floating down

swimming into fishes' mouths and waving through

in the call of the wind

in the ways of the sea

you won't believe

what's up there

tracing the great green pathways

a forest of arms turning into fins

ancient veins on granite chins

and avian songs fill the air with notes diving in

the hard edges green with newly grown coats

where do we draw the line?

and put this on the line?

where do we draw the lines?

and stray so far with these designs

the night water's deep

kissing the lamb

luminous and green

from magic hands

as if it springs up

as born from inside

the real spell surrounds

transcendent and white

in the call of the wind

in the ways of the sea

in the lungs of the land

in the lines of the streams

you won't believe

what's up there

tracing the great green pathways