MY DAUGHTER ASKS
IF YOU ARE IN THE HANDLE BURNING FLAME
GOD
YOUR PRESENCE BURNS THE NIGHT
IN OAK AND PINE
SPEAK
FROM THE FIRE PIT'S
BLACKENED STONEHENGE WALLS
SPEAK TO US
IN THE SILENT VOICE
OF MOON CAST TREE SHADOWS
YOUR VOICE
DIVIDES THE SMOKE
(For Leila)
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