Viriditas

My soul rotated into me here in the unclear aura of the lake upon my scalp and palms it spun a fuzzy perimeter created by her water This is where energy became me slowly, deliberately There is a crow on my shoulder I show this to the east I show this to the south, the warmth and chaos of my heart I demonstrate to the west were all things become vast and strange that a crow sits on my shoulder and has put his feathers into my hands North Cold She exhales toward the Atlantic

blesses us in particular these moons