John Darnielle, "For Moses After He Learned To Say The Letter S".

The high vibration
And rapid transfers of energy from Kyanite
Create pathways
Where none existed before
Thus report people whose wheels are greased
With the sort of snake oil
Your mother's never liked the smell of
Mom knows best
It’s the truth
But I happened across a piece of Kyanite
In New Orleans last month
Which I keep in my dice bag
You learned
To pronounce the S in sky
The ky has gone out
Never again will stars twinkle there like diamonds
No longer will we gaze upon the ky
In the dwindling light before bedtime
It’s all right
Our time in the ky
Was short
And miraculous
Who knows what new wonders
The full sky holds
It is unexplored terrain
For us all
To access forgotten childhood memories
Or to recall a word
Or name
That eludes you
Touch the center of your brow
With kyanite

- John Darnielle