Cicadas no. 2

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Born inside the ancient flow
of skin tight summer's
ancient scripture,
we sing a drill down song
longing for invisible light
lost to the sun's mirror.

We traverse the strewn net
of trees signaling the breeze
to souls below us who wander
listening as our music
pulls them into the orbit of heat.

Cicadas no. 2



Born inside the ancient flow

of skin-tight summer’s 

ancient scripture

we sing a drill down song,

our invisible longing for light

lost to the mirror of  the sun.

We traverse the strewn net

of trees signaling the breeze

to souls below us who wander

listening as our music

pulls them into the orbit of heat.