and curl your claws in my muscles
let fear lie gentle in my veins
--I have heard you rustling
in the bushes
I have seen your ambling
shadow
amble with me
we go together, demon
--where the world is wild
we are walking
through hell
under the trees
stretch, lazy
and rest your fur
in my arms
for you, dim flashing eyes
and your loose-knit bones
I have made a place
of dust and shade
in me
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I hope the demon rests in the place
of dust and shade..
How are you now? no more blizzards I hope .. ?
Its terribly hot in here..
I wrote that mail a long time ago .. perhaps you've missed it ..
never mind ..
... undoubtedly, it's been swallowed by my archives.
No more blizzards. Soon you'll have monsoons, won't you? We're certainly working on one (just a small one) today.
Apologies for dilatory nature of response--but you know how it goes, maybe? Have been having to bury myself in the Upperworld a little, and couldn't bear to write--or think of writing.
Keep well. Write something, m'dear. Surely there must be a building storm within you--after a long rest.
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