(Queer Stranger)
O what sweetness
green meadows
fruit hanging heavy from
well-rooted trees
golden rays showering down
a yellow sun warming the land
black holed Sol toroidal
field spinning in balance
possibilities like butterflies
glitter the landscape
dreams of potential
ever in bloom
a stretch just within reach
how honeyed the air is
in and onto itself
O wandering child-prince
severed twin of severed parents
go forth, be strange,
mad, and mirthful
you have a code on your
breath, a message to
Sophia’s dreaming vessel
a king to slay before you can
take of the fruit’s nectar
or pour of the honey-wine
and meet your zero point
you must be fallen
to rise from your starry
dream
O spotless swan of the lake
of the non-healing wound
Pole Star, north wind risen from
blackness into Dawn, rise anew
rise into the void at the center
rise again and
claim your Journeyman's Stave
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