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Monday, December 25, 2017
self wooded acorn (2017)
in burl arms self wooded an acorn woden
gifted off to twilight silvered steps
her sail snow soft
lining gone ways
left shimmered
his palace no forest
but dormant lava forge
a nest of bees making honey in woden's keep
kept sleep grifted griffins
dined on boiled puffin
no tooth pick but an axe of narwhale mind
hoisting sun north
over ocean grave long smile
to fire up waves moon wrought
or quell mens death lust
iron plants blood deep
dug for acorn beds
long favored her arbor ardour
under springs root-tongued
an egg thatched evening
zephyr breath maiden skip
cross flag stone
time hauled night flown
felled for rest quest
eyes self wink woke unbroken
rune steps in silvered snow
covered in glaciers heavy aeon tears
encasing tree home path and door
in woden's winter embrace
time tinseled shut and too slick to traverse
from north winds narwhale blown
down stark solid canyons
negating in silent pleasure the ice
the ice all acorns hear tell of
Portland OR
2017
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