VI. Datura Hallowing

Datura, Datura
Datura daze
The dreaming dissolving
Our lifelines in fate

Datura, Datura
Datura daze
Let your devils claw through
To scrape clean these veins

Datura, Datura
I die not afraid
With no clue
Where we're going
But we all leave the same

May the starlight pin bright spindles through
The open wound's softest parts
Make words burn
Along the tongue
Missed the turn
Now it's wrong

But the sound of time's passage still remains
Washed up in broken shells
Until the pages are ripped out
Through our forced open mouths
Until our ashes settle on the ground

Come unwound
Blooming

In hallowed ground
The seeds settle down
In hallowed ground
So please settle down

For Ian Creath and Drew Wallace
Continued dosing
Of one sacred root
Until I'm through
Coughing up and learning
From their ghosts

Each separate dying ember
Falls across the floor