Wool

72 5 11
                                    

        Mesh these two together

        And you splice the world

        With truth. There is only

        So much that yarn can

                Handle.

Embrace the light | My mind glows

        Green eyes | For a lemon scent . . . . .

Yellow birches | And a pale stand

        Of oak trees . . . |Silent pines all

        Struck with sun . . . | And flooding with

Jasmine flowers . . . | Tender thoughts drink

        Clarity | From noons beyond

        Silky strands . . . | Figurines twirl

For sky, for air . . . | For rain, for poppy dreams . . . . .

        Gentle lashes | Carve a bright face

In March's droplets . . . | Which tinkle, trickle,

        Unraveling | Vivid lenses . . . . .

        Inviting | Chestnut horses . . . . .

Joyful dawns | Blur rowan flanks

With scarlet stems . . . | Curling a lily,

        Casting off | A rising tiger . . . . .

Mornings | Bleeding from entities

        { Blunt } xxx { Stitches }

Beware the dark | My lungs heave

        Golden eyes . . . | And thrilling laughs

A swirl of hair | A forward form . . . . .

        A night of fallen | Gleaming

        Warriors, fallen | Shivering

        Stars . . . | Petals of time

A frozen moonrise | Steps of snow

        A shooting beam . . . | Prophecies

        Of fire | Battle the outsider . . . . .

Who masters | And extinguishes

Them all . . . | In the burning night and

Dark green sky . . . | Corpulent comets

        Tail whiskers . . . | And navy crescents

        Of snow | Eclipse clouds . . . . .

Spreading branches . . . | Trembling trunks

        Of cherry, so rich in | Color . . . . .

        And solid rites | Of dread, of

        A lake of red . . . | Of mist of paws, of

Fading echoes | And drooping leaves . . . . .

        Night whispers . . . | And fluid claws,

        The piercing of . . . | The listening of

A steel waterfall . . . | The forgotten doves

        See the sign . . . | This sentence

Of the sun . . . | Swiftly contrasting looks and

        Slender walks . . . | Shadowed lids

        And the remark | "I am gone" with

The racing stare . . . | Ravens flutter feathers . . . . .

        Calmly away . . . Always . . . . .

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