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Each day
Slightly shorter,
Slightly dimmer,
Sliding toward the lip
That will be
The turning point
Back into the sun.

All fires out,
All light extinguished,
All eyes closed,
Waiting for the magic
To begin
While seed is planted
For a new year.

A blind time
When life gropes
In darkness
And burrows through
Earthworm tunnels
To nurseries
Where covers are pulled back

So fragrant seeds
Can rest in loaming beds.
Silent,
Still,
Dark,
Frozen,
The womb waits

While the star stirs,
Roils,
Rumbles,
Roars,
High howling flames,
An inferno
Blazing with light.

solar flare 3His heart detonates,
Shoots forth
An arcing arrow,
A space-spearing spark,
Light time
Light speed
Now.

One photon
Tips the scale
At the edge
Of the event horizon
Spilling,
Splashing,
Splintering

Cascades of star light.
Trailing in its wake
Dawn’s rosy fingers
Lift Nut’s heavy skirts,
Open the Gate
And invite the light
To ignite

The Sacred Hearth
The Sacred Heart
The Holy Place
That waits
While the Son’s sun
Is reborn
Again

And again
And again
In time
In tune
With the cosmic clock.
Tick,
Tock.


 

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