Occult Forces
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Blue bioluminescent gardens guide
Credit: Kris Williams
To shore some birds which otherwise might die.
The currents and the winds make creatures glide
From depths to surfaces. They leave a dye
From God, if only for a moment, light
Divinity might love, like pale tattoos
That hands have painted leaving only slight
And temporary patterns, not taboos
As deep as DNA. The Arctic terns
Ride Westerlies and Trade winds back and forth
Each year from pole to pole as nature burns
Their pathways on their brains. From south to north
They follow rolling constellations (drawn
Across their minds) more ancient than the dawn.