You can hear the bones humming

[sovay]

How did we know we were human? We made music and devoured our own. The juniper tree's roots run deep. I am waiting for the flute that, blown, cries out in the voice of an ancient child.

There is salt on Enceladus.

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You are poetry.

Nine

[sovay]

You are poetry.

Thank you. It still feels there's a constellation in there I should be able to approach, if I had any words left for it.