Invocation

Tear me down from this

Tree upon which I swing

By the neck dead-alive in a

World that would be seen in

Nought but its emptiness.

Take my pledge writ in

Blood on aged parchment or

Better yet dusty bark of the

Scribbly gum by ants

In the moon of the suns set.

Bring me undone, take my heart

Out from beneath me,

Wrench me asunder, make me

Bleed from my eyes as I

Watch my life in two.

For I am ready / not

Ready, am trembling at

The portal leaning slightly,

Ever so slightly against

His dead weight.

Roll her aside, bring this

Stillborn life to birth now

Rested three days in the

Dark and the gloom and

The neverness.

Except it's not I who

Leaves, but rather I who

Enters, enters this eclipsed

Time and maybe never

Be reborn.

Bring this upon me, I

Implore, bring the wandering

Gyre and her falcon to

Sweep all away, all

Away, all away.