Descending into caverns of volcanic light

two tiers for the weapons of the spirit

coalescing in a boundless world

for garlands of her hair

to walk on lightning

eyes dripping with the colors of the core.

Ropes of living fiber

binding bodies to bodies

tense across canyons

sun's bloom on their yawning twine.

Veins for the moon

trilling twilight creatures

clocks ticking with the drums

that made them wheels of sight.