In the Perfume of Blackberry Blooms

Looking east at sunset,

Birdsong, frogchime, cloudshine,

Sky enough to be as we really are:

Magicians, wizards, adventurers, travelers

Without leaving the field;

We are the current final version,

Wanting to be air, wanting to be ashes

Upon ashes, our last chemistry

Deepening as roots into ourselves,

Rising as flowers and thorns,

Anguishing no more forever.