The spirit nods its own society
Then opens the door
On its divine maturity
Hollow no more
Unmoved, the spirit pauses
At a low gate
Unmoved, the spirit kneels
Upon its mate
Known from before
Choose one;
Then close the door
Like stone
Laurie Dahl
Laurie Dahl
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