you're coming down the mountain in slow and gentle motion
with nameless constellations of white stars on your back.
the moon is falling, the moon is falling
the moon has fallen, and we sent you back.
we left you in the house of still air
with mugwort, yarrow, and dry grass
your spirit passing through my hands
said, "remember everything."
i remember everything:
black trees circling,
black earth opening.
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