i gave to ground& scrimshawedall my bonecalled to north ofbadb, my stoneetched of heart songto feather dancein spun spiral &rhythm slowstone aloneat nightmoonshere comes hersnow
michael raven
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Excellent opening stanza.
Thanks!
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