Have you gone through the door
of this seven-layered city,
seen the false steward for what he is
and fallen, [[burn]]ing, with him
from the highest place?

Only to feel these twin beams
of descending [[light]],
one straight and true, the other
wrapped in flame forming
a helical staircase back up,
held by your longing to learn,
your refusal to deny any of it.

Walk back up wayfarer,
the white tree awaits us
and the nine are but dust
beneath its branches.

Those who the stars count
as friends
k[[now]] the [[moon]] more intimately
than even searching sunlight,
stretching the Earth's middle [[shadow]]
oddly in a [[space]] which, finally,
does [[not]] exist.


  • Before you leave

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