22/10/2025
This writer is incredible x
It's that time of year...
TO BECOME AN EAR OF WHEAT
Now I must forget everything again
having become too clever by far
to feel what’s true moving in my bones
Full of bright chatter
the singing from the forest
is indistinct
Listen, singing... I say
but do not hear the words
I cannot sing the tune
Great beasts are conjured
I cannot see them
Lightning strikes giants
and purple fire leaps high
I summon only language
not the fire nor the pulse
from the greenwood
Now I must forget everything again
become an ear of wheat
take off seven ornaments
enter the river of unremembering
and gestate in darkness
until a silver light
revives me
I do not know who I will become
I do not know who awaits me
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