Virtue of decay

Blume and musk, hazel turning.
Their low cloud lays a labyrinth for me.
Zephyr on the river.
Zephyr on the river, rising mirror.

Among uneven forestry,
even the worms of the soil
are revelators.
In wanderings unwritten,
my vision inverts.

The crow leaves its flight,
skilled blood stifled,
circling to the waters.
Five-pointed palm blossom.

Virtue of decay.
Descent of the condor.
I light upon you
in the invisible moment.
With the dawn of alteration.
In the morning of emersion.