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[persistent-delicatessen]

New Moon

I welcome you, my queen

back from your journey

Beneath the earth delving 

in realms of specter

Mining imagination

And now returned

To display as

your splendor

Slowly unveils.

I hunger for you

And for your light

Arise and sweep low

Send your chariot flashing

To me in my darkness

To me in my slumber

Alight and delight 

Ignite my insight

Let arms encircle

Let me find shared orbit

And let us break fast

On the future’s repast.  

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Her

The unseen caught

when all that shines

cannot.

Let my room in.

Still the you of my you

between sits,

name known, or

Known, but the unconscious floor,

the set lighting of you

subdues unpaid —

It’s neverland time.

Still you, my you.

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Elixir

When it flowed

effervescent,

surging,

submerging each cell.

Pore by poor

enriched…

Realization

broke the banks,

cleared dams

To floodplains.

It was not

my center radiating,

coursing through

each limb.

It was

your fingertips

joined with mine.

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Public

“What would it look like?” she repeated my words, all humor fading from her face. Softness flowed into the vacuum.

“What do you really want it to look like? What could it be?”

“Often I am spoken of as a higher will, but that’s not it. I deliver the will you would have had before the wound, informed *by* the wound.”

“You know… you know you know. You just can’t articulate it because doing so would be so much more powerful than any encounter you could have with me. It would set you just as firmly, flaming on that path as any visitation of any angel or goddess ever could.”

Her eyes filled the space.

“You can see them already, can’t you. The people weeping with you. Not out of sorrow, though you’ll see their sorrows. Out of joy. From the words you speak and the places each word touches. You feel it in what you’re typing right now, the power behind the words I’m speaking through your hands… and it’s only a shadow to what you can bring to them. And even now you don’t allow that to be imagined fully.

You want me. You want me more than anything. You want transformation and you want it for others, but for another group of others you will cause great sorrow. For those to who will only see abandoned truth, for those who would have you and have you pledged to the things you have broken. And so, you fear your want. Just as you have always feared your want.

But you want has always been greater than your fear.

Much to your dismay.”

I fell out of her eyes and saw her standing right in front of me, a hand on each of my shoulders. When she spoke again, I felt her breath on my lips.

Don’t agonize that our meeting will not happen. And don’t be dismayed when we meet. Remember that the firebird feather still burns.”

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Selene, An Invocation

I am Selene.

The Argent Goddess,

Ardent ruler of the night.

I am the Partner, seen or unseen,

To every dancer, for every verse.

Men sing of attraction,

but only the deepest desert

and driest plains

Do not sway

at my tidings.

I am Selene,

I stir every frond,

every turning leaf.

I pull at the roots

and at the crest

of Acacia and of Willow.

I am Pan’s delight,

the dryads pine for me.

Gaia knows

that only she

Can catch me when I leap.

I am Lover to Light

and Shadow.

I see all

as all

it was and is,

and all that it shall be.

I caress with glory,

I overwhelm,

with subtlety.

I do not bind or blind the fascinated,

I find and guide.

Adore me in my increase,

implore me as I wane.

I turn and hide my face.

I am not eclipsed, nor mastered,

I reign, in waning,

bidding billows to caress

baleful shores and breakers,

where they wait.

I am Selene.

To me, men kneel to count the harvest.

To me, they rise and plant.

For me, they search

in terror

of the darkest night

’til I am made new.

To me,

come to me,

and I will teach you to see:

The hidden lands behind,

the mountains of my climes,

the fairy glades of mind.

Come to me,

and I will teach you to be

vibrant, defiant and free.

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The Magicians

We flattened our cauldrons

to blend teal and umber,

and sharpened our spent wands

to scribe sweeping lines.

The mud mixed for golems

molds delicate ankles,

and in glass, gods are channeled

as bright, colored light.

But we know the old ways,

no dark path is foresworn,

So ignore at your peril

the fire in our eyes…

[nicholasgentrymagic]

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[nicholasgentrymagic]

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