Here's an excerpt:
The grapevine waited for spring to finish
Lacquering the hill with emerald paint.
Lacquering the hill with emerald paint.
Crucified boughs forgave the storm
Like a saint forgets to forget the covenant
And waits to be forsaken.
Like a saint forgets to forget the covenant
And waits to be forsaken.
[...]
Smoking up the vineyard while
Night avalanched and grew.
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