The rabbit - the bat - the thread between my lips - prayers to patron saints of hearth and home flesh and bone whistled up from these floorboards and out of the woods. Dear rabbit show me how to hold still, when I must, and bound, when a shadow crosses the sun. Little bat, tell me how to drink moonlight and fly impossibly when everything is upside down. Thin thread, how do you make something torn reach for its other half? Rabbit, bat, thread: we keep breathing smoke and breaking mirrors, there’s bad luck going around. Please bless us anyway.
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The rabbit - the bat - the thread between my lips - prayers to patron saints of hearth and home flesh and bone whistled up from these floorboards and out of the woods. Dear rabbit show me how to hold still, when I must, and bound, when a shadow crosses the sun. Little bat, tell me how to drink moonlight and fly impossibly when everything is upside down. Thin thread, how do you make something torn reach for its other half? Rabbit, bat, thread: we keep breathing smoke and breaking mirrors, there’s bad luck going around. Please bless us anyway.