Thursday, September 19, 2013

19

Stoned on the resinous vapor of summer yew, immortal and twisted. Fat hollow of trunk fed ashes and bones of scholar, artist and judge in season. Nine undernoon, hail to thee, red cap and mete-wand. Apple blossom, lavender and white rose. The robin on Thor's day. The full moon. The elk hears the notched arrow before the fletchings fly. 

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