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May the moon not be broken and fall from the heavens,
May the sun not blacken and wither and fall.
In poison suffused I cry out in supplication –
Of the body of earth,
Of the waters of earth,
Of the deeps of earth,
Of the teeming of earth,
Of the multitudes,
Of all breathing,
Of all being –
May our doom which we have made be turned aside,
May we be turned aside from our doom.
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Thank you for sharing this poem. I love it. I also appreciate the notion that if we actively weave our doom we must actively unweave said doom. An apotropaic prayer fits nicely with that idea.
You’re welcome, I’m glad you enjoyed it 🙂
Can I add this to my Book of Art?
Of course!