It's not pointless if it's soothing.
"If you do not come apart like bread
in her hands, she falls
like steel on your heart. The flesh
knows better than the spirit what the soul
has eyes for. Has she sunk
root in yr watering places, does she look
w/ her wolf's eyes out of youir head?"
--Loba
"by the brumous numen drawn on" --The Anathemata
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