The Saint of Stars
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Behold our friend, our lovely child. Starry kisses upon his brow!
His dancer is without, and yet - both within!
The whirl-course of stars, trackless and traveled, ends at a single point.
We teach him the language of stars. In time, this holy water trickles down from the fountainhead, to nourish the garden thereby.
Three years we held his head under a sea of pain. And now, breath after breath, this heavenly dust races into ancient shape on the far shining shore.
A blitz, a thunderbolt, a roar of flame! Forth charges the holy destroyer-ship, bringer of storms!
This now sealed under the Eye of the Eighth Son.V.V.V.V.V. 838
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Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.