the shining thrones court of the seelie and unseelie
said the herald as we stood in the doorway,
"put song on the wind and in every open window
seed their dreams with chance glimpsed aware"
"...all the leaves on any hate tree
seem never steady in turn
and bleeding-ly, never have thee
been so damn ready to burn..."
wee folks know
upon entering
chambers and rituals
you are to sow observation
to your calendar's wheel...
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(mankind is distracted
it plays emotional adhesion(s)
as opportunities and relatable assets)
--
wee folks celebrate
birth and veneration
with songs that state
clearly human bones
R not real art
or any fate
until the ash and rain
tell the tales
of each soul's quest
from its death
to a home again...
EJR ©
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