DRAGON-LEYS

Lying in serpentine lines across the land and seas, 

tracking their paths, networking the globe

from one mountain peak to the next:

- their outlet volcanoes and oracle wells,

 awakening from yugas of sleep

so the giant fire-worms stir, open an eye.

Sometimes they hibernate deep in their honeycomb caves,

guardians of fabled treasure -

the detritus of supernoval furnaces,

and elemental alchemical debris retrieved

from galactic backwaters, starbirthing chambers  

and the pregnant emptiness of space.

They fly, stewards of infinity,

piercing dimensional edges 

buoyant in blackest pits of gravity,

light-speeding beyond fabrication.

And lie under the crystalline hills 

nearby

where their babies frolic in the waters

and tread the mind-scapes of our dreams.