their magic buried in inky black husks
their furred green shells
their woody bodies
red, polished lacquer
magenta tendril
do we leave them
daemon powers under the wisdom of wind
to rot or sprout, in the wet, as they will.
do we harvest them
Who is we?
I am trying to be a shaman
I do not know if I have what it takes to
become a shaman.
to a nut;
"I am witnessing thou."
I don't know what I am doing.
I don't know what you can do.
Tell me a story about a hickory tree that grows
where you are
from now until
the end.