Speaking In Tongues
Guided by Voices
Across the cracking wires
I send you three knots of wind,
the better to breathe with.
Gathered at sea, they are fast
and furious with the scorn
of a shipwreck. Hence
their homeopathy. The first, an Eastern
wind to launch new endeavors with smoothly.
The second, the West wind, to restore
all hope abandoned. The third, North wind
to allow you to divine wherein
the fourth wind might lie hidden.
You may release them one by one,
or all together. Either way,
They will deliver as instructed
once they whip across the rolling steppe,
as desperate and wayward as fractals
in search of a common morphology.