I had a dream
that I laid down at the foot of God
and was brought buckets of sand
to make something with
the Winter came
And with it came the bite and sting
of ice and fire
I darkened my eyes with soot
I leveled my breath with wine
I ate nothing
Many times I used my hands to speak
Fairies arrived on horses
and gifts of unusual kinds were given
I visited the table many times
Not to feast,
but to taste
Our language was like magic dust
spilling from our mouths like velvet moths
And I began to build and create my Wildness and Heart
out of the golden sand
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