Let's turn back into the blaze without shovels, let's ask the fox
and the rotunda gods to chase us through another summeró
untree me, shapeshift you, sweetflesh the flesh back into usó
roust the moon into some new patterns. Let's open the museum
inside every letter, every hidden name, and share one chrysalis where
even Apollo and Daphne sleep together to form a different myth.
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