The fire brightens the wood and the night-mind
drinking at the snow-line, hard togetherness.
My son prepare for weather
she love you
the crater at the impact site
My son prepare your cabin she find you
the back-bent wing marks the fall
The ribs vault the heart and the night-mind.
The weight of her bones, hard yet soft breath
And the January fire 29
My son prepare for the tricks,
my son prepare for the true secret
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