Jan. 15, 2020, 10:55 p.m.

sauna verses of eucalyptus

wonder systems

i.
float, my memories
of acid soil,
and of what wood
we'd made from airs above!
float, let wet air shape
the scents we shaped from it.

ii.
sting O leaves the song
of falling roots, of cut bark's sap;
O bloodless branch sting fevers
into your hotblooded gatherer
in their fog of sweat.

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