See

earth fill cloth

.

Hear

ditches in still trickle

.

Hamstringing Fate.

.

Waiting three Sundays.

.

Breaking nested dusk — Cracks

Opening the drum — Cracks

Frozen solid wells — Cracks

Making torched night paths there black-clad birds dances

while moon bites caress inside a Windkissed harvest

.

Lifting,

pressing land and mountains home to Godan blood

ALLODJORD TIME