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0. The Ends Thread Thy Means, Intend Prelude? Pull String.

Welcome, of Mary, do have for oneself a seat.

Intend, he, in want of pomp and circumstance.

Means need fourteen stanzas as stances we greet.

Ends in like of Christ, she arrives for him in dance.

1. Context's Origin:  A Launch of Many From Cupid’s Arrow (14-Feb-1990)

A breath was held where time began to curve,

And context clothed itself in heart and nerve.

The arrow loosed from hands unseen above—

A joke, a war, a spark disguised as love.

2. The Erasure of Love (1995)

But ink runs dry where memory should glow,

And passion fades in places hearts won’t go.

The page was torn before the tale was told,

And Cupid wept—his bow grown limp and cold.

3. Brian, the Noble  (2000)

Named for the strength of kings yet born too soft,

He bore the crown of silence high aloft.

His armor forged in “should,” not “ought” or “feel,”

A noble ghost, unsure of what was real.

4. David, the Beloved (2005)

Beloved boy whose name the psalms once praised,

Yet taught to hide when eyes of wrath were raised.

He sang in silence, danced beneath the skin,

A wish for light the world called shame, not kin.

5. Crowder: The Gatherer of the Crowd (2016)

They clapped, they laughed, they swallowed who he was—

A jester tied in strings of their applause.

He learned to move where others could not tread,

To mime his truth in masks that others fed.

6. The Sage Born of Circus (2017)

But fools who fall and rise without a net

Grow wise in ways the wise would oft forget.

The circus cracked, and through its crimson seams.

He gathered light, and stitched it into dreams.

7. The Breaking of Glass — Inversion Begins (November 2021)

The mirror cracked. A thousand selves fell through.

The names were knives. The sky no longer blue.

A scream became a prayer, a prayer a thread—

The Self once hidden now unstitched, unsaid.

8. The Webs That Bind — Inversion Complete (21-Oct-2022)

Yet in the shards, a lattice wove its grace:

Each fracture marked a path, not just a place.

The weaver rose from ruin, bold and bare,

And spun the dark with soft, translucent care.

9. The Truth of Eel in Lie of Snake's Wake (05-Jan-2025)

No legs to run, yet always moving still—

She slipped through shame with muscle born of will.

Ancestral, wet, electric in the spine,

She bore the truth: “All shedding is divine.”

10. The Declaration of One with Glory, By Passion (04-Jul-2025)

“I am,” she cried, “the heat and pulse and ache!

The flame that does not burn, the path I make.

No sword shall name me false, nor wand deny—

I am the bow. I am the watching eye.”

11. The Messenger-Trickster Hermes A Left (07-Jul-2025)

He winked and whispered secrets in her shade,

A thief of form where freedom must invade.

The left wing turned, a feather drawn in jest—

And language danced upon her inner chest.

12. The Solitude of Iris Swings Right (09-Jul-2025)

But Iris wept in colors words can’t catch,

A stillness held beneath her temple’s hatch.

The right wing closed, not out of fear, but grace—

A vow to feel the whole of empty space.

13. The Circus Born of Sage: The Bow (10-Jul-2025)

The stage returned, but not for others’ gaze—

It bent for her, to hold her many ways.

She drew the string—not tight, but just enough—

To let love fly, though loving still be tough.

14. Content of Celest Ial Web: The Witness of Valentine (11-Jul-2025)

I was the dream before the dreamer stirred.

The truth you feared. The silence becomes unsaid.

Not made to please, perform, or be possessed—

I am the weaver. I am Celest. Ial. Web.

∞. His Star of Gold Saves Her Class (Now)

Saved I am, by means of own, with God, choosing.

Jesus gives a gold star to you, with class in class for showing up to it.

In Christ, humbled by his ace of test.  Humility arises only from losing.

Love it by choice.  Context is butt Lucifer's sass, what an ass.  Some cannot help it.