Obsidian-the slice sliding home to route
Uprooting vine and vein, branch and fang
With a cut clean as scalpels , too deep
Like deluges sang by Typhon
Sword of storm shattered and all that mattered
Scattered into atoms
Schismed the sigil of before
Rebirthed from star’s core to breathe my dying
*this poem takes place before Ceiba time
