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Between the sun and the moon trees

White earth leaves

A fools fire 

Watery

Rests lonely in the unspoiled sun 

With grains of it’s rays

The gods have retired to metals 

Distant stars

But gold dissolves

Even uncommon wisdoms

Of salt 

An earthly garment 

A spring

Held sap of our moon plant 

Drags it’s nostalgia after it 

Inside blue flower branches

Tipped with yellow manes

Impressed entirely upon our coats

Thrust for the virtues of all the Earth