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| Once I lost my mind beneath a wooden bridge where mushrooms grew wild and speckled, delectable eggs of the fertile cosmic womb. Immortals are gluttens, so I played there, crazy to the bone, watching the moonfall and the rainshine night, drinking the stars in my cupped hands. I scooped up the sun, yellow morning fruit, to steal its reflection from the river, dribbling it through my fingers until it was gone. It came back of course, fractured water all aglow, mending. So I beat at it with a willow stick until it turned wrong side out and sank to the bottom like a popped balloon. Scholars said it was only an eclipse but you and I know better, I won the soul of the sun, that once, because I was crazy enough to believe I could ~Midnight Sun~ |