godmund's words
The woods were woman and she swung her trees
above the inner sun
poetry would do as warm milk or sex.
Entirely purposeful
shadows and mountains full for moist
and tells your time
clearly seen from the cavern-youth
soiled for lack of ester and bark
Sawed and stewed and mended
I feel it for myself
above the inner sun
poetry would do as warm milk or sex.
Entirely purposeful
shadows and mountains full for moist
and tells your time
clearly seen from the cavern-youth
soiled for lack of ester and bark
Sawed and stewed and mended
I feel it for myself