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THE ROUSING — (the sleeping god, impossible to ignore:1.3) the harvest-goddess with grain in her hair — the veil-walker — in crown-feathers of cactus-flower red, weighing a soul against a feather as the world calls at a throne room of mortal dreams. rain falling upward off the peak rearranging; intimate despite the scale dawning; the god-light of a storm opening gaining one colour at a time. (Slow-emerging composition, the figure rising out of the first light). a 14mm under the temple columns, columns framing the whole scene. BREAK rope and offerings at the threshold the opened door of the sanctum; marble veined like rivers, sand stitched with serpent-tracks the altar dust stirred; a hummingbird near the flower-crown, snakes drinking at the altar base, a wolf at respectful distance the first herald. a city built from the bones of giants the expectant world-line. BREAK stars answering a spoken name, gold-dust settling on a brow, lightning in a closed fist, the shimmer of a burnished chariot the eyes opening like dawn. a feather from the scale's pan, a sandal left at the gate of the sanctum, the third mouth of a prayer said aloud, the first meal of the first spring
job p1789250386-120 · 2026-09-12T22:11:54.790340Z · queued · finished 2026-09-12T22:19:53.558ZTHE ROUSING — (the sleeping god, impossible to ignore:1.3) the harvest-goddess with grain in her hair — the veil-walker — in crown-feathers of cactus-flower red, weighing a soul against a feather as the world calls at a throne room of mortal dreams. rain falling upward off the peak rearranging; intimate despite the scale dawning; the god-light of a storm opening gaining one colour at a time. (Slow-emerging composition, the figure rising out of the first light). a 14mm under the temple columns, columns framing the whole scene. BREAK rope and offerings at the threshold the opened door of the sanctum; marble veined like rivers, sand stitched with serpent-tracks the altar dust stirred; a hummingbird near the flower-crown, snakes drinking at the altar base, a wolf at respectful distance the first herald. a city built from the bones of giants the expectant world-line. BREAK stars answering a spoken name, gold-dust settling on a brow, lightning in a closed fist, the shimmer of a burnished chariot the eyes opening like dawn. a feather from the scale's pan, a sandal left at the gate of the sanctum, the third mouth of a prayer said aloud, the first meal of the first spring