5 december

bend break the stakes higher enough the tents flap and the wind grows - blow night by as the sky slows stars, stirs unraveling while the travels through the underbrush crawl - let the dancers take the benches, let the players rest - good king wenceslas and all the explorers in the cold wishing toward a warmer world and hearts to heat the dark - doors that open and maps that fade and whispers into sleep: keep the question, dream the answer - day to take its time - swallow whole the wonderwild, brew hope for fresh hot truth