∴ unctuous winds drip honey through the heather and the hills ripe with umbra nest their riddles so many things to love the world reveals lock-picked mornings the galumph of beasts through frost-fanged trails where keepsakes sleep tinctures spill their bittersweet truths into streams flush with the applause hearthsong minstrel-birches the air turns pulp-soft fleshed with the weight of something enormous— this great turning this day that ignites frescoes blaze on the forest-chapel of the becoming let us tumble into its open chest nesting in its marrow hoarding the embers of what burns and what remains ∴

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