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Take your own pulse, and manic rave, to the wilds springing new weather, vigorous sync-up to the unknown, where pagan gospel will re-seed feral beginnings. Advertisements
It was only when her thighs caught fire that he began to understand the laws of arson as practiced by goddesses imitating sirens.
Between blades and pines, she lay still, spreading forest to stars that filled her.
Uprooted, prevailing agony folds the pagan nymph to a distant within; her position, untenantable, will alter according to blood-new spates of reign, coursing undisclosed seasons. (Photo by Anne Brigman)
She will rise again, too many seeds claim her kin– praise for tender shoots.
Fasten your leanest prayers to the sweater-sleeves of a woman matching vespers to nocturnes with the grace of a pagan priestess no pulpit needed.