inspired by the Spring 2020 syllabus
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In the little hours we share together,
There are many things left unsaid.
As the queers knock on the kingdom gates,
We remember the most vulnerable in our kin-dom.
Certainly, our bus has many stops to go,
But may we keep our fervor for equality and equity.
May we honor all those who have been erased,
All those queens and kings and monarchs of hell.
Let us shine a spotlight on abuse and corruption,
To reveal the real abominations among us,
To nurture healing not hate amidst plague,
To decolonize our hearts and our institutions.
May we write a new love song,
A fight song that speaks to fear, pain, and chaos.
When Wild Men call us into Mythopoetic Woods,
May you be guided by all our queer fathers, mothers, parents.
When queer messages and messengers arrive at your door,
May you find the strength and clarity to read them truthfully.
When disorientation and utopias leave us nowhere,
May you find companions for the ever erring adventure.
Although we may not check all the items on our lists,
May we confess the beauty of not fitting into identities.
And at times, we may hold back from our truths and desires,
But in the twilight we will sparkle for those who can see us.
So, as you travel onward to cross paths of light and night,
May a coven of queers ever be found to empower you.
And when the sun sets on each day,
May you be affirmed in your heart that you are good.
Blessings to you all,
May we find one another along the way to somewhere, nowhere, and elsewhere.
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