Rites

By welkin fire, or human endeavor, or much that combination; to swarm galaxies, as one to births, by fever or association; this such as both, our cultic penal glands, this flurry of chandeliers: such rockets to hearts, but courage to essence, entrenched in rituals: that arc by credence, our orbs to souls, our tentacles by ideals; that orient flame, by sparks to justice, afflux by rites an inner frequency: if crawled his life, to arise by spirit, while ends remain speculative; that gelid imbalance, this tread of edges, at leaps aglow by mortal liturgies; at deep confession, this line to zenith, while blessed a turn or hexed a storm. Those intensive rites, seated at spirits, or arks by stirring an inner god; to find contempt, as opposed to waiting, placing demands by ghosts: that tiny woman; but a cauldron of souls; while such bodies morph into divinity: that rising fire; that mental kiln; our furnace as rivaling human gods; to realize lowness, as one to torches, our converse by intricate denial: as eye to mind; or mind to soul; while chanting by silent verses; to witness shifts, that achy documentation, while failing to divulge those tactics. It trickles by ethics; it’s abandoned by morals; it becomes codified among a few: that sled of fury; our Jesus as mystic; those scriptures hard-pressed to decode: if but dynamics, accustomed to praxis, alive an intense resistance: by dance to legs, by rites to brains, our sudden influx of burning flame.  Where is time, that forger of ecstasies, arriving at all times…and where is self, racing through strangers, by angst reaching for calculations…and, wherefore, that myth, as technical practice, leering at human divinity? Those hours to facing, to know by glance, as one measures activities: that list of teas; a fist of guarana; or much a hectic device—if but to dream, as pushing tectonics, our souls aloft our mid-ocean ridge; that different feeling, as quite familiar, while rotating our marshy mirrors…as sung softly, ourselves in persons, or much our toddlers receiving volts: that mental magic; our manic mystics; that fuel by knowledge those waves.