“the morning stars sang together,
and all the sons of God shouted for joy”
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We live with those bright beings long ago
And far away inside our bones and mind.
If they be gods or not we do not know.
So long as they reveal themselves aligned
With beauty and the right, and harmonize
With moisture’s joys we compass them with love
As cool as zones of borealis skies.
We care about them since they are above
Our blood and semen and our panting sweat.
We care about these beings in their sphere
Wherever that is. We do not forget.
We wait for their essentials to cohere
Inside our spirits as we pray without
A prayer. We wait to hear their laughter shout.
~ Phillip Whidden