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If it were easy as an apple you would already be

a disciple of Cerunnos.


A bite of sweet flesh, juicy in the mouth

like a woman,


and the veils lift to reveal the gift of the light-



But it’s not a simple thing to walk the slim stray trail

into the deepest wood.


A thousand years of nervous priestly twitch-craft send us

programmatically to our knees,


while Cerunnos stands patiently in the last wild wood.

His horns are magnificent.


You can be, too.

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