A Phagos Dream

Upon a mattress and pillow of her leaves I lay awhile to dream. A serpents kiss brings lifes relief as half I die and half I sleep, then deep through roots I fall to blackness, whole become that of her sadness. Grace compassion within me rise, her majesty does grow nearby, and if I wake I vow to seed her, if I die my body feed her. Either way a Beech tree grows to crown the hills of which I roamed.

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