A
shadow
In
the House of Dust
The
faithful
With
a loss of trust
Wounded,
voiceless, loved
The
holy and the weak
Embraced
by leaves and angels
A
silent choir speak
Branches
holding Sea
Sea
holding flame
Tympanum
of Earth
Kingdom
and name
Clavis
and bud
For
the sleeping, deathless queen
A
turning stone
Sisters,
brothers, friends
Stem
of her stem
Seed
of our wound
Spark,
clay
And
green
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