Apr 15, 2007 20:17
seventeen alabaster pillars.
why do I keep returning to this?
on these structures, our totems.
I see, from the bottom up, my brown bear,
my dragon, my wheat maiden.
I walk around it in circle,
my ankles turning in the algae.
It is so much cooler in this grove
where the names of elements are whispered to me,
through my hair,
in different languages
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