One and nine in the making, willow wept, a salt sack, mannacled in an emerald eye. tempest-taken in a sucking weather world. you, in a gilt rage nailed on a hell’s highway, poured the sky’s joy from a hidden spring.
One and nine in the making, willow wept, a salt sack, mannacled in an emerald eye. tempest-taken in a sucking weather world. you, in a gilt rage nailed on a hell’s highway, poured the sky’s joy from a hidden spring.