Enter the ascension feed, modern mystical poetry that branches out weekly as reality bends and the muse goes galactic—original poems and translations you can feel, sing, and return to, no footnotes required.
The kitchen window tree
Tries to talk to me
As if I am some hero
Moving plate canoes
Through cataract cascades
But I'm not even able to see
How the fish ever circling the bowl
Has the universe entire
Swimming through her.