The subtext of the Magnicat whispered to me, during
evening vespers.
“The Nerbudda River runs
seven hundred and thirty five miles,
towards and eventually into, the Arabian Sea,”
You appear vestal.
And, I feel myself becoming
Vesta who is often
, simultaneously
, Blodeuedd of the House of Dôn.
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Magenta to yellow honeycomb energy frames my perceptivity.
I come as
I came,
octagon-ally.
And, I work my role.
Tending the hearth and protecting the flame within,
remaining wylde and seeming untamæble.
Small flowers of the temple work alongside.
Eagle at my right shoulder.
I show them my tool for starting pyres.
A frictionless=match.
A Wax Vesta is also a whirling dervish of
embedded cotton strands
strewn amongst a waxen stem and
tipped with a phosphorous head.
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Hesperus is Phosphorus.
Phosphorus is Eosphorus.
And, Eos made them both.
We remind the othered that the Evening Star was determined to also
be the Morning Star.
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The vexillum distinguishes the two troops serving under separate standards;
And, the blazon of
the web of a feather distinguishes each and every of us
as a vexillary.
A deadbeat heart.
Pounding.
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Understand that returning to base
(camp)
; is not a setback
; it is not regressive
; it is not going backwards.
It is a cycle
seeking its own resumption
through completion.
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A warrior struggling with perpetual reality.
So yammer
; and give ’em howl, yellow hammer.
A fluid ounce is a preponderance in candle’s magic light.
A meditation.
A drawing.
Makes me wonder how your childhood face
, smiling,
appeared.
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Are we to heed that as a call?: asked the Name=less One.
All things feel as bindings abiding.
Perhaps, Præter=being is the natural state of affairs,
after all this free-fall.
And, maybe
, Judas was just some heckler in the crowd
at jesus’s stand=up comedy special.
Just do not knock the quiver
of the Archer’s arrows.
He is basic but deadly in the face of the clumsy.
Simple and simply fatal.
Go a’head and
miss=under=estimate his prowess
as has countless bison before you.
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Find the hideous freedom to be exactly who you are.
Now.
The delicious self=noitcelfer that arises from the awareness of transparency.
Because, the windows of Looking=Glass House are two=way.
But, there will you find only sand
with no stones which may be thrown.
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Where your perception of what is outside your skin
is actually the reception of the content presented
by that which is contained
by your in=skin.
WrittenCasey 