my love, in the beginning was the twiss. moon, sun, earth, water and sky, all contributed their timbre.
my love, the twiss was one chorus. legged, winged, crawlers and finned, all shifting spirits were in balanced harmony.
my love, do not let the shriekers, copycats and stickmen fool you. in the beginning there were also folk. sweet dearnatives, curiokin and enchanted, all breathed one air, leapt in one light and supped at the timeless table.
my love, the chorus misses your voice, but still it sings.
© Curtis Ackie 2022
Leonor Fini, The Guardian of the Black Egg (1955)
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