the neverpath, pt. IIA Poem by Snowfrost Moth
quiet, yearning tendrils of vine
climb the sacred stones put in place by Jexhokvahaz of old. they ask the I AM for every harmonious flower to blossom and for ever moister fertile roots. i observe these things with my compound eyes, then turn my ear to the reverberating song of earthmountainsky. i would fain remain but the path does not let me linger.
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