DON’T spill the salt, for it is the
landmark,
and cursed
be he that removeth his neighbour’s
landmark.
And the watchers, the dividers, those swift ones with
dark
sharp
wings
and keen eyes,
they will hover, they will come between you,
between you and your purpose
like a knife’s edge shadow
cutting you off from your joy.
For the unseen witnesses are
the angels of creation
but also the sunderers, the angels with black,
sharp wing-tips.