The light,
with fierce glow, luminous
with your beams,
settles in the wood —
spreading
like some lost creature, deathless,
in the ***** of the beasts
in the wild rapture:
hear my call, like mothers
in their longing love
Coming like floods they grasp
the Animal within: I rend
the worlds asunder
and sojourn here,
along the winding of the paths
Mar 24
Mar 24, 2026 at 10:57 PM UTC
The light,
with fierce glow, luminous
with your beams,
settles in the wood —
spreading
like some lost creature, deathless,
in the ***** of the beasts
in the wild rapture:
hear my call, like mothers
in their longing love
Coming like floods they grasp
the Animal within: I rend
the worlds asunder
and sojourn here,
along the winding of the paths
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