Telling It On The Mountain: The Poem of the Hour

ASCENDING THE DAWN-LAND

Down a song flowing north amid the boreal wilderness of innermost transformation appears the Realm of the Soul-Rising Mountains of the Moon at Dawn.

Obliged by the gods down a song of stars and coniferous splendor greens the calling of reaches higher than our shadows can modernly conceive.

Down a song flowing north rises the Dawn-land of Illuminations welcoming the innermost of elevations to passages of expansions duly received.

Behold such noble means of galactic introspection. Behold each peak surrounding each surrounding peak… upon peak upon peak. Behold each bewitching reach… behold this Ascension of Irrepressible Peace…

Behold your Emancipation from all dominions otherwise. For here is where your unconquerable wilderness glistens in the liberty of the Wadjonaki Revolution

welcoming all Illuminations to the Dawn-land incandescence of innermost reclamations… unshackling the sages from the ages long dead and gone.

Down this song flowing north amid the boreal chicories lining the cosmos from the astral floor appears the Realm of the Soul-Rising Mountains of the Moon at Dawn.

It is here upon the usnea-laden ridge of schistose discovery where your own flight of backwoods enlightenment behooves your soul to rise.

Obliged by the gods of blossoming typographies… behold this land your passion calls home.


Copyright 2019 by Toussaint St. Negritude. 3.26.19.vermont