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i. carnelian willows flint veins of the river hoof-worn rock and a drifting
scent of ungulates
(scars in stone
fossil trails) magnetic north
pilgrimage I bow to the illuminations
within wounds the work of days:
a re-membering of
that which is now torn in pockets of moss I rest my eyes throats of earth open
a hive of tongues sings as blue-antlered dawn falls
vertiginous over mountains ii. deadfall, muskeg
flakes of mica the cryptic living
tinted with winter
(each nivean heart
an individuated star) high bright tooth
of winter moon hill-spines arc –
every
vertebra
a birch
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