When EveRything ChAnges
(To HekAte)

the sky is black
blacker than velvet
blacker than leather
blacker than love
abyssal above
abyssal below
enraptured at the crossroads
writhing in the dirt
awaiting her arrival
knowing without any doubt
she'll change everything
open the door
let the dogs in
let the dogs out 

howling:
her hound
i place my offering
marking my presence
epikaloumai se, kuria Ækátî
i hear the clatter
the Breath
the Voice 

and then...

she's upon me
and I see the road
away and home