*
When Harran was cloaked in greatness
When the world could still hold the outer cloth
Rachel was born,
surrounded by honeycombed ziggurats.
*
A song in the fields
moves through
the wild grains
From the center of Rachel’s chest
*
A subtle breath
Moving out like serpents in six directions
*
Out, Out, Away
Out, out, beyond the field of grain
Into the space of the Corn Mother
*
Cloak yourself in Al-Hadi, Al-Mussawir
Cloak yourself in corn husks
*
Put on the clothes of wild grasses
Pollination
Jumping genes
Cross pollination
Six songs
Six snakes
Six directions
Six breaths
Six veils
*
Cloak your visions in Reality, Al-Haqq
Cloak your reality in husks,
spiral breaths
loadstones
nourishment
sweet soft kernels.
*
The body of the corn mother
Announces itself
Standing as stalk, tassel, ears, and spiraled husk
*
The breathway and birthingway of Rachel
The song as it moves through the grasses
From Harran to Israel
Her children are kernels
*
The bowing enclosed stars
Wrapped in spiralled earthy husks
The tip of the ear, the patriarch
The Eye of the North, alone
Dreaming of her arrival
*
Her scent
Her Reality

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