Forms missing,
structures collapsing.
Oxygen reaches tiny flame
just in time.
Souls open
to voices unfamiliar.
Ancestral calls tend the fire,
sails are set.
Unknown charts ahead,
pathways open
new souls to receive.
Stars above, lava below
space between.
Flow restored from source to sea.
Give. Receive. Flow. Repeat.
Rip rap lines love’s banks.
Vermont