Starry Fruits Quickened In Flesh

In Night's body float glowing fruits of the Tree, souls hung in mid-air sparkling ; each of us from starry stuff descends, and falls near the well of weird, where our primal will is spoken, and fruited essence of our being stoked and warmed, then paired with many-formed shifting swan-maiden who, having planted us gently in the womb of chosen mother, grows one shape more than others suiting our unique, indomitable will so as to declare to all with second sight, this is his or her nature. Then she watches and takes heed as we grow, whispering words spoken in the depths of the world long before we were born, that starry fruits might quicken in flesh and awaken wowed to wonderful earth, and serve in worship's boldness.