of sacred powers in intensive garden sulfur. Charred yellow cliff edge, uncertain, in some corner of a forest occluded in the word that gives life.
nest of ashes, a moment petals night, following fires of sunset.
inspire lovers and bird-fire is already burning arrow. Rivers
warm stones lick their passionate calm and for a moment there is no up or down, vertiginous abolition of gravity by a flaming ascent will fall into a sea of clouds streaked chiaroscuro which foam.
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