a body carrying a body suggests fire carrying a body—dawn’s race-horse lies bled
uncollapsed the powers enter the gods-to-be each creature bound to their own only body
the begetting of children is debt to the upside down crow ancestors – all sages and gods and fathers are debts
funerary, o immolated horse, translate this ritual into winning a heaven. day changes form as light changes the tree-leaf. in the halogen of the chamber of the dead, the watch passes from the body in heaven to the child’s eye-light-
its spine straight, a velakku holds in its branches each minor god and serpent. even the hours long for you, for your flight. the child establishes the parent, stretching its thread backward through generations
the ship reaches each horizon in its turn, weathers each storm—even storms have their turns the child sits in her heart-line of time, a petal on the wide ocean water
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