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Moon Mercy.

“Show Us What it is to Love a Forest with Song

In this our imagined future
we watch them sound the trees
hoping for deadwood, knowing

the living are always harder to cut.
Ivy holds fast as roots are cleared,
heartbeats counted from face-cut

to fall in chorus of chainsaw-snarl,
creak and thud, till a parcel of birds
wakes us, carrying us back to their

rowdy shore. Oystercatchers, wading
the wrinkle of tide, announce our
arrival, call us back to our cynefin

to seagrass sweet air, layers of path
awaiting. Sycamore reaches out her
arms, invites our first forest breath”

--Ness Owen via
(cynefin is Welsh for habitat and also means a place where someone belongs)

Book i'm in.

"And let sweet powders round my bones be laid,
and so into some secret place convey'd..."

--1672 Ovid

Deep Learning.