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Odd flowering.

"Epistle to the Pumpkin Field

This is the truth:
They knife your face,
drag out your entrails
to feed to the crows,
and set the flame
in what remains.
Ecstatic vision.
One night: you shine."

--@maryanncorbett

Extrasolar Poem.

"The odds of poetry even making nothing happen are frankly not good" --@evankindley

Continuum #168.