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The myopic wind
Clatters around the trees, unable
To find his way out.

The goddess of wood, her long
Hair in a pony tail, sleeps through
The shrieking.

He lashes out in panic, batters
Against the resistance of branch
& bark, cliffs of trees.

She wakes, stretches long limbs,
Shakes her hair into place,
Holds out a long-fingered hand,
& wraps him into her closing
Fist.

Silence. She walks
To the edge of the jungle,
Opens her hand & releases
Him & his sins.

R 14/03/2023 21:13 The MastoPrompt version

In the forest, the myopic wind
Clatters around the trees, unable
To find his way out,
Panicked.

The goddess of wood, her long
Hair in a pony tail, to one side
Of her head, sleeps through the
Shrieking.

He lashes out in his fear, batters
Against the resistance of branch
And bark, wood as hard as rock,
Cliffs of trees.

She awakes finally, stretches
Long limbs, shakes her hair into
Place, wanders into the storm,
Holds out a long-fingered hand
And wraps him into her closing
Fist.

Silence. She walks languidly
To the edge of the jungle,
Opens her hand and releases
Him and his sins.

R 14/03/2023 21:05 The original