Truth of the Divine

It would be a
mistake
to discount
the divine,
the Moon
and
the Earth
and
their five friends,
the islands of stillness
in the ever-moving wine-dark expanse,
to cast them aside for
another three bodies,
to ignore their realities and relations
and the truth that comes forthwith.

And it would be a
mistake
to equate their lessons
with the worship of production and reproduction,
to think that these false functions
are somehow entirely separable from
the other three bodies,
that this in itself is
the lesson to queer,
the meaningful part of the divine.

For
to do this is to
adapt the structure of
the other three bodies,
to disregard any attempt
at understanding the system
as a stand-alone,
as being possibly separate
and worthwhile.

The truth of the divine
lies with those who rejected
the other three bodies,
who cast them off and shaped themselves
in the many forms
of her image,
who know the personal poison of
another body,
and understand
the station-keeping required
to maintain the islands of stillness,
that to equate
the Moon
and
the Earth
and
their five friends
with anything but what they really are⏤
softness, that of the ocean,
and the power that lies within it⏤
is to
play dice
with the universe.