Hierophant, Hectare
Square a hectare, hierophant.
Religious mysteries!
In the attic looking gaunt!
Winter, thy deep freeze!
What to fill, my sacred space?
Buy a boulder big!
Smash in every foe-man's face!
Then begin to dig!
Tunnel subterranean?
What could have dug you?
Immemorial brain, thy span!
Many, become few...
Mounds space? O giant grave.
Etheric thy form!
Dial it in with color! Cave;
Corpses to keep warm!
Swarm, my wasps! O hornets, sting!
That will make them sing!
From the druid's tree to swing!
Flicker as you fling!
Serpent, in the autumn.
Is this the time to mate?
Reality, how you hum!
Thrum a-dumb, O fate!
Rasp in vicious voices?
They're circling in a cone.
Blight and bane, thy choices!
Break them at the bone!
Hope, flown? Grin? Groan? So!
Even flow, need a tow?
Caw above me, carrion crow!
Dapple, O my roe...
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