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Click hereWind find meaning
where the water would not,
when I prayed on the shoal
under willows, all day.
And.
Dark desire light
my hidden halls,
—bellow me, warm, within—
fire-bright, overlay my walls,
with crimson sheaves
of meaning—
meaning that the wind withheld,
though I prayed in key
to the purple
evening sky.
I am, in theory, here within,
a dirtied well, a thread bared thin,
and tempted again, to spin and spin,
all spun to storm, as a ravening wolf.
A sand-flower, salt incarnation—
horned, an alkaline Creation—
ascendant, slated for salvation—
or deathless shale of soul?
Curséd earth find meaning,
where attendant winds would not,
where flames descendent gutter and,
with worm and willow,
sink to rot.