the most illustrious twilights are begun
with a potent thought –
rending, thrashing, lavishing my hands, bones, mouth
through bloodied lips, a cotton-filled airway,
I will sing his songs and I will bare my teeth
each thought, funnelled into Your palms,
will thrive under your green thumb
springing forth with the vigour of Hermes
Seren J.H. Wolfe 
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