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Farewell,

You wistful moon-tempest warrior

Hail the vestal harvest rose

With snowdrift hair & tempting spider-fingers

Surrender the stage to poppies in bloom

Ancient freeways lure the dead

Into the belly of the iron-snake night

Through the mouth of the desert

This earth of myrrh & secrets & digital chill

So start up your Firebird

And follow the clouds