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The Night Makes Stars
from Divine Infirmary
The Night Makes Stars
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The earth is round, the grid is flat
The shift between the two
Allows for waves to shrink, expand
To move the dream forward
As the maker planned.
Meadows of gold that were bordered with lively ditches ran down the hills and onto the river bank.
100 square miles of mixed arable and scrub land was layered with a grid which was a measuring rule for Rain-Rein, the Pooka King who oversaw the area.
A grid that fell from the sky on a silver chord was positioned equally between its borders to hold an invisible mist-like-presence so his workers had guidance to help pin voice and measure proceedings
The tribe of faeries were referred to as ‘The TC.’ Each one was responsible for the care of a square inch of land. Their primary description was to refill the weather verse with hearty fun and true intention.To
help maintain an environmental balance they mined the human aura by syphoning off copies of all good thoughts with the purpose of using them to furnish the land with valuable jewelled seams that nourished and conditioned the soil with strength and vigour allowing it to thrive under all conditions.
Each day they seeded the cloud with copies of beautiful work before it passed out of the aura and became ravelled with the raw matter that infiltrates all human form. And each dawn they watched the meld happen, when just before sunrise the mix fell into the borderlands that separated the spirit and the real; into the space where constitutions are build and memories made.
But now there is a shift, the grid is moving off centre and the tribe are losing work to the changelings Angry storm-heads are moving in and uprooting the good that has been propagated.
It is time for action: Time to manifest more beautiful language. More kind words, deeds, actions, more forgiveness and peace. To manufacture golden tomes to add to the loveliness that’s found all around
So that when day makes ground night makes stars.
Art: Under the Dock Leaves by Richard Doyle Where Elves and Faeries Dance
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