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    Earth Poem

    Wine for your thoughts. Raft of cornseeds, Whispers in the attic, The locked eyes in the helve, The treading of the sole of the foot In the winepress. You heard tell That trampling tongues Birth Belial roots In the dark pool of rushes? Child, meddle not with the shadows. Stones tasted wine in time past. […] More