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writing/poetry/misc.html

@@ -452,9 +452,132 @@ Do I pass it off
 Do I take it back
     from you by force
         when I laugh?</div>
+<hr />
+<h2 id="prima-materia">Prima materia</h2>
+<p><q class="comment">Not good enough for basically anything, as it stands (Makyo 2020-06-08)</q></p>
+<h3 id="calcination">Calcination</h3>
+<div class="verse">They say the fire cleanses
+    That it purifies.
+Then, cool fire, soft fire,
+    Cleanse and purify me.
+Blanket my shoulders
+    And sing me to sleep.
+Sing the fox to sleep
+    And let her rest
+Content in the work she has done
+    And the lives she has touched.
+They say the fire cleanses
+    That it purifies.
+Then, cool fire, soft fire,
+    Sing me to sleep.</div>
+<h3 id="dissolution">Dissolution</h3>
+<div class="verse">Sweet as honey, spiced with time,
+    You were me, and I you.
+Aged to perfection, mellowed with the years,
+    I bless your memory.
+You who were me,
+    I lay you aside to rest.
+To over-age is to spoil,
+    And you are not spoiled.
+Sweet mead to dance on the tongue,
+    Soft fox to dance through time.
+Sweet as honey, spiced with time,
+    You were me, and I you.
+Aged to perfection, mellowed with the years,
+    You are at your finest.</div>
+<h3 id="separation">Separation</h3>
+<div class="verse">With your sigil,
+    I draw you from my heart.
+With your name,
+    I consign you to memory.
+With your words,
+    I draw you from my breath
+With your voice,
+    I sing you to peaceful sleep,
+Ever soft and white in winter,
+    Ever svelte and gray in summer.
+With your sigil,
+    I draw you from my heart.
+With your name,
+    I commit you to dearest memory.</div>
+<h3 id="conjugation">Conjugation</h3>
+<div class="verse">I dedicate my life
+    To the memory of you:
+Long passed though you may be,
+    That memory will burn fiercely.
+To the east, I wash with air,
+    That the wind be with you.
+To the South, I wash with fire,
+    That the sun warm your fur.
+To the West, I wash with water,
+    That the stream be cool beneath your paws.
+To the north, I wash with earth,
+    That your den may blossom in spring.
+I dedicate my life
+    To the memory of you.</div>
+<h3 id="fermentation">Fermentation</h3>
+<div class="verse">Feed, dear fox eat,
+    For the meal was prepared by you.
+I bless this meal
+    That you be sustained by your work.
+Feed, dear cat, eat,
+    Sup of the love that was left for you.
+I bless this meal,
+    That we may learn the lessons of the fox,
+For she has prepared this for you:
+    Bread for beginnings, mead for endings.
+Feed, dear cat, eat,
+    For the meal was prepared for you.
+I bless this meal
+    That you be sustained by her work.</div>
+<h3 id="distillation">Distillation</h3>
+<div class="verse">“We are not so different, you and I,”
+    Said the cat to the fox.
+“We come from the same essence,
+    Two vintages from the same vineyard.”
+“Our fur is soft and thick, true,”
+    Said the fox to the cat.
+“We are hardy, and weather cold.
+    We travel, hunt, and survive,
+But my time is passed and yours begun.
+    Go with my blessing.”
+“We are not so different, you and I,”
+    Said the cat to the fox.
+“We come from the same essence,
+    Two children of the same eternal mother.”</div>
+<h3 id="coagulation">Coagulation</h3>
+<div class="verse">Step forth, Uncia, hale and whole,
+    For you are truly born this day.
+Alopex has gone to sleep and rest,
+    Dancing now only in dreams and stories.
+See the world with new eyes,
+    For all this is yours.
+Smell the air, taste bread and cool water.
+    Feel the earth beneath your paws.
+Know the limits of your body,
+    And remember always this pain.
+Step forth, Uncia, hale whole,
+    For you are truly born this day.
+Alopex has gone to sleep and rest,
+    Dancing now only at need.</div>
+<h3 id="anima-mundi">Anima mundi</h3>
+<div class="verse">Out of the flames, into the light,
+    I rise, Makyo Uncia called Maddy.
+Makyo Alopex sleeps now,
+    A fetch to call at need.
+Non sum qualis eram,
+    I am not who I was.
+Ranna, Astarael, Alopex,
+    Majo, Younes, Happenstance.
+When viewed through the lens of Makyo,
+    I am my own magnum opus.
+Out of the flames, into the light,
+    I rise, Makyo Uncia called Maddy.
+Makyo Alopex sleeps now,
+    Not forever, but for now.</div>
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writing/poetry/numeno.html

@@ -46,7 +46,7 @@ Incontestible,
 Unmoving and always changing.</div>
 <hr />
 <h2 id="overflowing-with-words">Overflowing with words</h2>
-<p><q class="comment">In <em>ally</em></q></p>
+<p><q class="comment">Parts in <em>ally</em></q></p>
 <style>
 .speak {
     line-height: 0.3;
@@ -189,40 +189,8 @@ Pin me to perception
 Loose me amid fractal walls.
 Let successive numbers claim me
     or me claim them.</div>
-<hr />
-<h2 id="prima-materia">Prima materia</h2>
-<p><q class="comment">Not good enough for basically anything, as it stands (Makyo 2020-06-08)</q></p>
-<h3 id="calcination">Calcination</h3>
-<div class="verse">They say the fire cleanses
-    That it purifies.
-Then, cool fire, soft fire,
-    Cleanse and purify me.
-Blanket my shoulders
-    And sing me to sleep.
-Sing the fox to sleep
-    And let her rest
-Content in the work she has done
-    And the lives she has touched.
-They say the fire cleanses
-    That it purifies.
-Then, cool fire, soft fire,
-    Sing me to sleep.</div>
-<h3 id="dissolution">Dissolution</h3>
-<div class="verse">Sweet as honey, spiced with time,
-    You were me, and I you.
-Aged to perfection, mellowed with the years,
-    I bless your memory.
-You who were me,
-    I lay you aside to rest.
-To over-age is to spoil,
-    And you are not spoiled.
-Sweet mead to dance on the tongue,
-    Soft fox to dance through time.
-Sweet as honey, spiced with time,
-    You were me, and I you.
-Aged to perfection, mellowed with the years,
-    You are at your finest.</div>
 <h2 id="liminality">Liminality</h2>
+<p><q class="comment">In <em>Eigengrau</em></q></p>
 <div class="verse">A year starts not on January first.
     The days may hunder but the seasons speak
 of time&rsquo;s long march, of fast time, slow time. Thirst
@@ -238,6 +206,7 @@ from us the liminality, embroil
         Come sit with me, come stay with me inside
         this place between where strange new loves abide</div>
 <h2 id="ode-to-the-end-of-death">Ode to the end of death</h2>
+<p><q class="comment">In <em>Qoheleth</em></q></p>
 <div class="verse">I am at a loss for images in this end of days:
 I have sight but cannot see.
 I build my castle out of words;