Invocation.
Come vast wind, numinous rains sacred to those who write their names in dust, who listen for thunder, who seek portents of storms in uneasy sleep. I would break for you, I'd yield like a barley field, hands deep in the moistening ground, spin crazy into your darkness; I'd rend cloth, stand bodily wi...
| Publicado en: | Resurgence & Ecologist no. 320; p. 53 |
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Resurgence Trust
May/Jun2020
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