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Verbena
My blood, the essence that fuels my
Magic pierces the eye of the storm.
O feel my force. Thrill in my power
And dance the needles point!
When dawn is come and storms
Dispersed--ageless I will be
When blows the dried dust of my blood.
Particles in the wind.
1/14/02
Not sure I understand it, but, like Frency symbolist poetry, the evocation, as read, is beautiful even if it is not understood fully.
Starward