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

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