Purification: Wolf Moon

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I stood in the earth's skull & swept
my fur skirts clean, I grew tall
& taller, shed the dust,
shed supple hunch, crown of wild
dandelion & ate it; humid breath
stretched my weedy neck & bent
my arms into scythes: blue-tongued
& sharp-mouthed, I stood
between beasts & thorn trees & waited:

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I heard a howling, but did not run
I heard a howling, but did not run
I heard a howling, but did not run