Mudra

Palm up, the sky holds the ring, Ensō rolls, the circle begins. Down, the mudra hums— *M-m-m*—the code is spun. Palm up Down Ring of Ensō Roll Down Mudra M-m-m Mudra Palm up Down Ring of Ensō Roll Down Mudra M-m-m Mudra Absinthe on the lick of my teeth, defense clings to the fire we breathe. Smoke from the candle, incense and sand, we adhere, we delegate— five over two, four more we demand. Less than the attire, less than the bleed, leave them on the rail, let the adjudicators plead. The more you wash, the mudra follows the seed. Palm up Down Ring of Ensō Roll Down Mudra M-m-m Mudra Palm up Down Ring of Ensō Roll Down Mudra M-m-m Mudra Palm up, the sky holds the ring, Ensō rolls, the circle begins. Down, the mudra hums— *M-m-m*—the code is spun. Pick my slash on the palm of your dash, my Dask cuts through the ice of your sleep. Wake up next to me, die on the plateau of your deed, four over me, ten under your need— deploy me to the abyss of your steed. Palm up Down Ring of Ensō Roll Down Mudra M-m-m Mudra Palm up Down Ring of Ensō Roll Down Mudra M-m-m Mudra Palm up, the sky holds the ring, Ensō rolls, the circle begins. Down, the mudra hums— *M-m-m*—the code is spun.