These are but wild and whirling words, my lord.

Bramble, hurricane, vine, tornado, undergrowth, cyclone, lion’s roar, dervishes, naked man in a cave with his beard grown down to his waist, circle wind, cats the size of bears prowling through the trees, stainless steel beaters whipping one thing into another, sweet berries nestled among leaves that hide their treasure from view, pirouette, things with horns and teeth and claws, gears without their pins, even the most civilized under the moon with desire building in the body, a light bit of plastic caught by the wind.

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