Gloria, go back to the beginning:
Gloria, in the woods, we're safe:
Gloria, who knows how to listen.
The dream-glass breaks, black with tar, spit, and glitter
ash and grass drifting together
a deer, a fox : : : the bee-buzz bird-saw
drone and thrum
let it call you: Gloria.
let it call you: Home.
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