And so be it: our Ghosts are everywhere. The final Gasp: now heard in the wind The final Spark and Glimmer: reflected back and repurposed towards the sun;
our Water, our Flesh: moving with the soils Tear of grief and joy: released and now to pool.
Multitude of Scream, Shriek, and Chatter fall with thunder! Forest take These Broken Bones, create that shall not be sundered!
And so be it: We are just as similar to those called “fowl” and “swine;” just as similar to those whose weave and turn each vine.
And let it comfort You to know that, of all enchantments, death is most temporary.