Styx and Stones I have a secret wilderness I keep inside, tight as spider-eggs tucked in for the winter and waiting to be far flung, strung, then tamped tight as a forest floor. What visions turn to currency? Now that anger is done, I’ve devastated you like a Wall Street Banker of a Saturday bender. […]
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