ASK   "When I find the swanlights, my eyes cry species, casting green and gold upon the black water. When a Horse jumped from a Dolphin's body, a crystal white shard of living light pierced through my gut like a whaler's spear; it tore through my stomach, that revealing curse. Apollo calls his prey, and sirens sweat the bluebell's coarse toward thin spiral memories. I ache, the white plateau... so grant me absence, that the golden threads may rise at last, my eyes dumb blind and donefold. "

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