Food Webs

HERE IS MY TEMPLE

HERE ARE THE BELLS THAT RING WITH THE NEW CRIES OF THE CONE

HERE ARE THE SOULS THAT HAVE MELTED

COME HERE TO ME; I AM EAGER

I WAIT AT THE DOOR OF THE HUSK, MOLTING; I WAIT, WITH THE SMOKE OF THE RESIN, THE MAGGOTS THAT BURST OUT OF PUTRID CORNERS; THE PATHWAYS OF DRA ARE MY OWN

I WILL BE PERFECT I WILL BE ONE

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