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She, full of secret pines, shadow-limbed beneath a pale disc of winter sun, waltzing solo in snow-caked hills, blood-red quill tucked behind her left ear, just in case the urge to climb spires and trace spheres via a fierce run … Continue reading
Everyone’s dark is coming up and it isn’t going to be pretty, as well it shouldn’t be. Beauty, as a rugged force, as thorny swaths of dream-thistles, blooms through night-fasting, and respiring enclosures of dark. Beauty marks the hidden faith … Continue reading
Touch, the inviolable charge inciting rent ecstasy between a bright siege of atoms, you, me, nameless, humming, conduits of praise.
Bathing in prism, beloved praise of warm hands– Grace freely given.
She will rise again, too many seeds claim her kin– praise for tender shoots.