Crow sits upon my shoulder
and she whispers in my ear
the time is now
Spider weaves a web around
my eyes guiding me inward
as my entry unfolds
Behold my naked soul
as I stand shivering
in the silence of the void
where truth and wisdom lie
The silence
speaks volumes
volumes of the soul
and while it never leaves me
It wraps me with a cold
Behold my naked soul
as I fall into nothing,
the building up of something
and the breaking down
of everything known
hidden in a field
behind my mind
Disguised as nothing
breeds something
touches everything
in its wake
The witness is gone
yet there is a song
gently playing in the distance
of relief in her arms
as the bee’s swarm