Mamacocha

Mamacocha
Don’tcha just trust?
More than arbitrary lust
That we must pursue
The deepest blue
Incandescent descendants
Of fireflies and crescent moons
Swoon over quartz ribbons
In incessant rhythms enshrined in
Stone like bones or poems
Like homes and koans
The wind she blows on
This fire, it was coals
But now it’s lighting
The Way
Mamacocha,
Don’tcha just trust?