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She is Road riding upon Her riders, an emptiness come
down upon that overwhelms. She is delicious Dim itself.
His uplifted flatlands buck and burrow helplessly
beneath
the swung descent Her night-long Moon's arc decries.
Across Her subtle earth he seeks ever and only be
nourished at Her whorl-source, bowing to Her promise to
persist beyond him and beyond reason, Her rolling
embrace
attended and abetted by his hungry and empathic
journeying.
Fastened to the wheel of Her risen dimensions, his twin
headlamps plunge ever deeper into the dark embrace of
whatever rushes past along the curling Song's whispers.
She is herself become Path, wholly twin-brightened.
Lifted and bent to Her mystery wholly so surrounding,
held fast
where Her dancing shadow moon turns and fattens, his own
release but a whim She wields, he follows ever onwards
where She wends. Tis endless, till it ends. |