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."