• Vol. 10
  • Chapter 04
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Nectar

Walk through this ochre sun plain
Of wild rice sands
And the water will find you.

From cyan cloud
it beads crystal on your woollens
and rises from meridian roots.
It is in lost blood-bark and primordial shells.

Run through with bittersweet,
An equator nectar,
A salve for the hinterland.

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