Threshold of Transformation
Isis
I've arrived
City of
Lucid dreams
Before me
A building
Looms caked in
Inky grime
The act unknown
Actor in sleep
Here I enter
And here I see
The circle and
Bones made in haste
The
Winds to
Anoint the
Faithful
Amorphous specter turns
From old to new
Rests in faith beside me
We wait for the quiet fire
To be born and there it is
Embodied by a boy
His voice small and grey
Whispers smoke to the chosen
Upon our heads
He places crowns
Sewn with hiss
And higher tones
The boy presses
Whispers into her
And they bathe in
Valley's pale rain
Rain