Every dawn is a nexus, / Every twilight is a beckoning; therefore, / Embrace the fickle future / Ensconscing within the sacral oath / Of a thousand words: / These utterances shall envelop you / When upon Triumphal Arcadian Skies / We meet again. /
Save your tears, / For love shall reign / From the empyreal aethers above / To the Gaian epidermis of / The Magnanimous Matriarch; moreover, the mellifluous kisses / Of The Sovereign of Songbirds / Will burgeon within, / Will descend upon you as The Holy Dove. /
Unfurl your third eye, / See with an indefatigable clarity / All that you were meant to be: / Strong, Wise, Just; / Love; / A luminary fulminating / Radiantly, resplendently upon / The Denizens of the Terrene. /
Your heart / Is an impearled grand piano: / Every word, / Every thought, / Every utterance, / Is an ivory key emitting / A sonic, an aeonic testimonial; / A reverberation of spirit./
Awaken your senses, / Trust your intuition, / Burgeon in the beauteous / Molecule quenching, / Rays of the Feuillemorte, / Hiemal, Vernal, & Estival Sol. / In truth, our Mother Lodestar / Transcends the seasons./
Evanescent, / Though life may be, / She is worthy of every / Onerous breath, / For all is a quickening; A preparation / For the auric-ascendence, the platinum self-transcendence / Awaiting us in / The Realm of Greater Eden. /
(—Se' lah)
Excelsior Forevermore,
Sanders Maurice Foulke III, AAS
09-06-21
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