Beautiful, beautiful line. I loved this piece. Thanks for sharing and for the mention.

…ragrant brother.
Let us propitiate the gods.
I ask for their good favour
so we may sing together.
Let us play the harp & lyre as men once did
learn the feminine arts
without loss, compromise or
giving our power into the jaws
of the unconscious, dark feminine.
Hold the line for others who are lost.
Send your beacon far & long.
Let us rise to the level of god…

Brothers in Love & Arms — A Paean

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Simon Heathcote