tri-angel

the claw of power held low
conjuring the winds of change
feel the winds, remember their frisson—
one guess promising another.
Does the wind give way to you?

they reach to save me
the claw so low, pulling all the saviors off their balance
The dog on his back, trying to catch flies
The bell-song; a shell containing all the breath of the World
cuts short all at once

The free winds are less than a symbol
tri, tri to be free and you will run in a circle
all the doors open, all beckoning, all the equals and opposites

You give way to the wind, you let it pass through you and when you are gone

Only the wind remains