The one who summons is
calling in or reaching out -- a focus
on a thing, a need to fill
One must sing or
at least incant -- a single soul
tonguing the ineffable
If you do not make
sacrifices, they will be taken
from you. One cannot cheat
Time, that great succor of
pain -- shucking life to the kernel
diminished of inessential
Then redemption of
five cents -- pennies stacked uneven
on two quiet eyes liberated
Of light. Speak cost of
seed -- a penny each. The sudden
spell of summoning is
That last bit of
blood-born copper -- receiving
every spoke of mystery
The one who does the summoning is
confounded of any single thing -- predicting
is it to bring into being
The fullness of
what must be done, becoming
no need to change
A thing
