Mana Muncher

2024

Foam, Ink, Fish Hook, Cord

Careful words spin a yarn.
Dexterous and deft they flit over the miro.
Scraped of substance it is twisted and knots, braided about the bone.

Tongue lashing about the projection.
Holding fast and growing long, away from the point.
All line made, the aho is coiled to cast, loops light about fingers.


Release.

Matau hangs heavy to thighs red with friction.

Make it tense, take care to twist right, lest it all come unravelled.


Hold it high overhead.
Spin the line until it hums and vibrates.
Pūrerehua, a butterfly effect, it is now done, the intent is called.

Dark intent clear as day.
Resonating to all, but tūrehu ears can hear.
Hidden to all, but tūrehu eyes can see, as you cast out the aho.


Release.

Whisper my name, now your line is whet.

Wings beat to a deafening cacophony; chaos crests the waves.


In the gale a familiar hum.
Calling forth tūrehu, feeling echoes of me in the air.
My mana scent thick on your lips, bones scraped of substance at your feet.

Careful words spun a yarn.
Sharpened and radiant a teka has flown.
Piercing our ties, to the heart of the matter, where you eat for a day.

Release.

I cast you back.

Our aho cut. How dare you use my mana to bait your hook.