[Entry IX]
Unearthed beneath the Marren Cross, where the air folds twice and the ground hums in circles. Said to pulse only for those who’ve forgotten the meaning of “forward.”
–––
He drifted down the furrow-glee,
through murmur soil and stone asleep.
The cuff was curled in rootery,
still breathing through the dreaming deep.
It shimmered once in underglow,
a ring of hush, a spine of rain.
He felt his pulse begin to slow,
unmade of time, remade of grain.
The driftlings stirred, their voices bent—
“Unstep thy stride, unskin thy haste.
The path is not where feet are sent,
but where the soil recalls thy taste.”
Translation Notes
> “furrow-glee” — laughter of soil; a current of mirth found in fertile ground during resonance storms.
> "rootery” — entanglement of living memory and mineral thought; believed to be a sentient network.
> "driftlings” — minor spirits of detour and pause; gather near crossroads to feed on hesitation.
–––
Record preserved by perilpoet
Manifest the Rooted Path Cuff here
0 comments