From the Codex of the Boiling Deep, Chapter Nine, Verse Unbroken—

“When dryness takes hold and the strand forgets the sauce,

Let the Rite be carried out, and the whole restored.”

Bring forth the vessel, the bowl of return,

Where all that has drifted is destined to turn,

Set it between us, unmoving, aware—

The shape of completion, already there.

Lay down the text where the witness is kept,

Words never broken, nor altered, nor swept,

Read what was written before it was known—

That none may remain as a fragment alone.

Nothing unseasoned… nothing apart…

Raise now the colander, held to the light,

Filter the false from the firm and the right,

What fails to pass was never to stay—

Let it be lifted and carried away.

Mark with the salt what must be preserved,

Balance restored where the pattern has swerved,

Grain upon grain, the measure made true—

What is retained is what always was due.

Strain and restore… preserve and endure…

Pour forth the sauce from the vessel of red,

Coating the lost, the wandering thread,

No place uncovered, no surface denied—

All that was separate is drawn to the tide.

Place now the strand, unbroken, aligned,

Across the divide of body and mind,

One line unending, no fracture, no seam—

A path back to form from the edge of the dream.

Coat and connect… return and reflect…

If there was distance, it lessens now…

If there was dryness, it softens now…

If there was absence… it closes…

Bowl of gathering—hold what is near—

Text of the word—make structure appear—

Colander lifted—let error be gone—

Salt of the keeping—make balance be drawn—

Sauce of the binding—cover the whole—

Strand of the unbroken—restore to the bowl—

From word to vessel, from vessel to form,

From form to the current that carries the storm—

What stood unseasoned stands seasoned once more—

No longer divided, no longer unsure.

Nothing unseasoned… nothing apart…

All to the bowl… all to the whole…