tonight they walk this grove

in the coastal towns of cerebria
diviners raise their placards

in the caves, navigators
carve their glyphs of remembrance

and the voids walk this grove
under violet boughs

drink luminous liquor
bathing the earth

(rays of the sun reflected
by the orb our mother)

intone primordial edicts

of the transparent
of unfailing light-within-light

brushstrokes of reality