I hadn't seen this gorge so green before.
It looked dusted by forgiveness and lust,
Life having agreed to try one more time
To make a heaven of heaven's despite.
Hunger had consumed itself and hunger
Was ready to begin to make amends
Again, again growing itself something
To eat by starting with water, rocks, light.
Here I am, sang the Green Man inside me,
Ready to nourish this barren canyon,
Ready to offer the impossible
To its inevitable conclusion.
I am reused words' evergreen yearning,
Old God cried out from every bush burning.
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