the book of ILYM dares ecstasy always. deep premise, warm hearth and steep ideal, strongest art of skullwork intricacies imaginable. high gift of precipice grace, cargo sharing and goddess brew. one mouth to enter moss-garden paradise, a comfort month in word nest, special protection under the low, love, lough and lo wild onions nurtured down-river on Urania's starbelt, be held, be holed, be holy a woolly pinch of moon slimmers through the cloud ceiling, smear of glim light moving close and far and close.
moss goddess