At night I dowse a blisk for loveThirsting to find water sweeter and hotter
Found rarely, barely far above
So fairly roused, seek my sibyl by augur
It lights on bedding sweating shove
Bursting with blood golden salt spawning matter
Bathed in moonlight an ancient grove
To throw my soul skywards and feel it shatter
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