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Sandstone white as blood

Tested with patience

Buried with light

The old forests heavy with silence

Purple royalty of

Fern tipped rays plunged

Into cedar

Burroughs wet with depth

Fog eaters, dark amen

Mallow eroded, endured

Knowers of the gospel

The headlands tripped into ponds

Raining in all directions

Moss born

Cloud torn

Rage in preparation for rapture

To the ancient fossilized tale

The arc demands the whale

Eye soup still sparks

Long strides long lost