Buzzing with life like an honest posession
Heartwood stirs and writhes before us and circulates
and sways with precision
Perfection, creeping brick by brick, blocking up the door.
In the dark we will hold hands so we are not separated
As our tower of light takes material form
Silent Canopies conceal us as we wait with blades serrated
To be welcomed inside, somnolent and warm.