from The Light Tree Journal . . . Songs of September...

                            A path of pearl-shell glory the fruit of September;

                            And destiny’s pure prize at the end of the inner conqueror’s

                            Battle to overcome; and from the edge of the world.

                            Then exposed the lie of all fearfully shaped appearances,

                            Which were hiding their golden contents within;

                            And so onward to a pouring out of the old, for the new;

                            And of life coming spiraling up, upon another plane of it,

                            And ever there - ever in my Everland!

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