.
Wooded fur
glades
he wanders
with the Oreyads the shooing
dusted
sand
spritzing dry on stone ledges
spinning in the wind
calling
to him
“sweet lover
long haired
unkempt…brush with your wool…”
At evening
on reeds he plays
sunset
and low
Breezy flutes of presence
filling
stepping lightly
join him
by springs of dark water
looking into their green
blue
and muddy eyes
crying
against the cliffs
passing from spring
to cloud
to tree
now mingling
now leaving
covered with the skin of a lynx
with his voices
he meanders
turning and returning
among
the random
flowers
grasping at the passing
glades
he wanders
with the Oreyads the shooing
dusted
sand
spritzing dry on stone ledges
spinning in the wind
calling
to him
“sweet lover
long haired
unkempt…brush with your wool…”
At evening
on reeds he plays
sunset
and low
Breezy flutes of presence
filling
stepping lightly
join him
by springs of dark water
looking into their green
blue
and muddy eyes
crying
against the cliffs
passing from spring
to cloud
to tree
now mingling
now leaving
covered with the skin of a lynx
with his voices
he meanders
turning and returning
among
the random
flowers
grasping at the passing
drops through his fingers
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