Auryon Step
I. Trecena
This singular pillar grows through harrowing sunlight and crystal birds wing the sky. The sky from within opens forever: Building night, nesting rocks and fields singing the course the wind takes: bursting, writings its presence in a desire: "hold drawn all breath". Branching out its reoccurring death: a cold and silent disappearing, reappearing again to see the water, to form the water with their eyes, with winter tinged hearts, bodies on journeys to make a mad rush at the night: gateway and origin of life--a recursive flight to extinguish and thus create in arriving eyelids approaching a crystal void.
The stone forced to dissolve in a valley of my hallucinations, solar being, winding roundabout forever: you're many trees, many nights, many gateways, many flings, many waters. Fire phases ("Here I am liquid, there I am my ashes undone") and at its root a curving breast singing, a rhizome of premonitions and wounds, dreadfully breaking this last nest. Cut the I, the I is anchored in its liana.
II. Tzolk'in
Auryon Step, parallax virgin, speaks of prophecies and densities that fall now on the waking trees. Speaks of magic entrances rooted in their annulene valleys, of worlds upon worlds of imprisoned light, of immortality transformed, of an ever-mottled daybreak: black pitch houses cloaked in fallen, vermilion leaves, bones caressed solely by Zephyr's dances, snaking rivers forever separated by land, of ladies dressed in sun walking through gates of rediscovered dawn, wishing--far off crystals in their eyes, heliotrope hearts hidden by past mid-nights.
Now grant this tower light, Auryon. The dark is held by its liana. No longer bark at my flesh breaking. No longer speak of my profile burning. Carry your days, your fragments, your course, your becomings, away--away from this fountain of the Moon going deep to the naval of the world. Hold one, another fountain, behind your annunciations of water, see a star branch your earth.
The Long Count,
The Long Step
Into the corridors of a lover's awakening;
The coming Spring steeps
In the long light of grey days.
Artwork is by Chad Pollpeter ("Fourmation")