den väna solen
Crackles in a step-mothertounge,
Sulfur riots.
A hall therein.
Nobody says no like you do.
Brísingamen shatters, the rye aches.
that is a dial of first permission,
everlasting trials of what is.
Come sign a sister, An Aphrodite of Paphos
Nobody parts like you do.
Fifty million years, fair sun,
we still thirst the waters we dread.
Fifity million years, namesake,
i still write with a smirk.
F.
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