Spark litany of  the syllables 
In our never ending poetry chant and mantra
We sing to our realization
So far away and so atomically close
This kiss of the still unsung monads
On all of the the parts of ourselves that burn

These ageless roars of silence
Whispers  of Goddesses and Gods
Hekate’s strapholos spinning
The fire dance of Nuit courting Hadit
Hearing is knowing the dragon flame
Each letter a tooth
Of the spiraling kundalini serpent

This silent fire
By which the universe was made
Eternal climbing ecstasy
Heard as much as felt

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