Two Crowns

For you...King [Mystagogue] for your Equinox Birthday

The Empyrean (highest heaven), from the illustrations to The Divine Comedy by Gustave Doré

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In the velocity of our gravity,
no number survives the friction—
only the ratio, slow traction
of your unmoving tenor
anchoring lustral lustre
of our primordial fever.

You are Helios of the Visible,
omphalos that stems the gale;
I am Sibyl of the Equinox,
meridian flare
marking the isthmus
of your hermetic reliquary.

I am glimmer of the high spire—
you are the Temple,
resonant, sanguine psalter.

I am the vision;
you are the cradle where it rests.

We are the embers—
the kindling of the unconfessed.

We are a solitary vibration:
the Fundamental and the Overtones.
You, stasis of steady psalm;
I, shimmering solar storm.

One cannot reign
without resonance of the other.

At the horizon,
where the mountain crests aurora,
we are singular, sacred symmetry—
two crowns, sole kingdom,
drinking the dark
until the stars resolve.

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