The Oracle is always attuned to all kinds of weather.

but be as a mother tongue
mist petaled    sky whispered
shadowing light
with the wind and the moon

never let death stop time
or still the blood as it sings

watch life madly    raw    aching
like a symphony of storms
borne inside the language of dreams

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