moss goddess blood time inpouring. holds the open book face down above her head; a pourable rainbow spills bits of luminous dew and dust (g o l d s i l v e r a m b e r a m e t h y s t r o s e j a d e l a z u l i c a r n e l i a n q u a r t z o p a l g a r n e t) in her hair, bits of moss...the horns of her helmet covered with fine moss, a living velvet thirst thriving on iron and ivory. a taurus-headed irony-viking strident hoyden virago Vera/Iris goes to war d the shaft of sunlight she makes into a dress, sunseams swirl her length.