Prayers

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Pulsations from Cygnus

By Kaye Boesme So nearby, so far away, lies an oracular priestess, its program running, the abandoned tripod seat circling forever, dispensing data from afar. We waited so long — years: first the message sent out, traveling so long we thought perhaps it hadn't enough power to give us

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Apollon of the Steep Cliffs

By Kaye Boesme[1] Apollon who holds the steep cliffs, unfathomable, whose agalma is the edge of the event horizon at which light dissipates out, known and unknowable, an edge yet permeable, I pray to you, O beacon, O rainer of arrows whose bow sings, O God whose nectar is