handfuls of air

breathing breathing in the ritual

living dying out the ritual

stale life flowing out the edge now

new life flowing in the incense

death drum circle flying

under clouds rotors chopping

steady chopping notes thoughts

voices slashed into pieces

droning liquid ripples pulsing

friendly like children mother

grandmother cavern voices

layers unknown deep descending

up this is required

chopping self must be chopped

into something new unfaded

voices of the ego warning

voices jumbled swaying over

cliffs ocean safe for now

for the time being out of

body vaporous monstrous natural

last fibres snap away

from the fleshy bedrock soul

escaping up up pulsing

green means done healing

throbbing green deep pressure

happy green not red

all around seeping out