Nightly Tempest’s Spirit Wind

The corpse
in the copse
grows more beautiful
every day
Shows you’re dutiful
GRACE IN NATURE
Leaf
Underneath
and it
grows lighter
glows brighter
Torching savagery
this amber gift festoons its
WAKING SLUMBER
Firing for the trailed beast
:
Choiring the veiled deceased
It’s a stark eye possessed by a black
(bird that crows)
As it falls from the alms of a loved
(one who throws)
Their strained limbs to grass estuaries
chequered   and checked
Expectantly transporting the
deckered   [...]

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