.Swing the wax cradle
in the burning tree
lay flat in rusted cage
pale moon of a half face
waking
yellowed up by fear>
He is the thing he hates
Every swing releases
the scent of blackened spice
fast sweep of hiding
feeding up the sky
Crystal splinter>and.
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