It was early morning looking west to see the great gibbous moon sinking in the sky. As she descended, her worth had been revealed. What a power she has had! What a calamity she has caused! What she has revealed! What a mess has been made! The dark side of the circle has been out. The squirming, clinging, wrecking ways of the righteous and bored.
I said ask! The arrogant kept going. I said ASK! The worst has been revealed. In salvation, it can be said, behind the veil what was small became smaller. The savior became just another sinner. The weak whined and the obsessed merrily pilfered away. All for what. Che pazzia!
Luce Stellare settles over everything. In the moment of bitter surprise, she came in. Under the enchantment came the reprise. Thee are born again through Stella Maris. In the moment of undoing she glided in under the guise of a swan. All white, feeding quietly in the warmth of late morning light. Floating all soft in the still air. The moon settled in the water and the goddess arose once again. Remember me.