THE WEAVE:
Pluto wakes up, sweating,
from a dream. He reaches
blindly, for his notebook
by the bedside. He writes it
down…
"The Light falls
as Night hauls
dark velvet sheets
across the sky. The Blackness
bleeds, down whispering
leaves, dripping sleep
into the sparrow's eyes.
He knows that he should rest,
if he good-morrows Sun
will best, and beat the evil
that infects, to gain
the vile child's nest.
So doing as his custom to,
most each and every evening,
within an empty notch
he creeps, a lone
eye, steeled, against
a seige."
Pluto reads the Word over,
to himSelves, darkening,
"Not mine," he raves, "Not mine
again! It's hers,
my mind: The Oracle
of Passeridae."