Naked you were bare to the LightBringer Bore all and whilst the dogs dance Backwards and leaf folds and clocked The terror of dawn Near twilight half-lit the new god grows Claws at play And moves on to Rome The last Star on the hip Of the beautiful mother Perfect as Planets Perfect as the small mouse in corn Perfect as the kiss of the Queendom On the hills by the hills at the hills Heavy with dew and kindness And mixed with legends of Stars
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