THE WEAVE:
…Mercury speaks…
"What says the spark,
Here, wHere the Water
meets the Heart?
It is a moment
bound in Time, echoing
back into the start.
What speaks to you?
What spreads
its wings, unfurling
like a sail
upon the Sea?
What truth was caught,
bundled in the folds?
It disintegrates,
like an ancient
piece of papyrus,
touching Sun
-Light after forgotten
years. It turns to Dust
in your palm. Scatter
your ashes on the Sea.
Add a seasoning
to your salty drink.
Let your bitter be
a part of everything,
but not
the object."