In the mists of the world
conceived
birthed through the canal of wood-spirits
held down and bathed in creeks of sphagnum
waters
The depths and the high places are my home
Let me swim or fly
or
leave me be
on the flat earth where the sun beats from between the clouds
you might find me
but watch:
I'll disappear in green
and come again in blue
soft in flight and diving.
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