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I am the healer of clouds, jeweler to the wide rebellious sky,
Nobody cows me except myself;
I made my smallness, hid among the grains of sand,
and walked the roads in flaking ash.
I made the fear of death my fear,
the power that arises from the ash
the conquering flame reborn from quietude:
I cowed myself into my own submission,
I sprang myself into my own domain.
I'll walk the sun my labyrinth,
demand no recompense for past misdeeds,
confess to no regret but need,
its paths to burn along my symmetry.
I'll make such pain as to reveal your hue,
I'll make such splendor feathered in my triumph
to comfort with unfolding majesty
the ancient storms awoke from aeons' slumber,
adorned in all the wide rebellious sky.




R.B. Lemberg is a poet and fantasist living in Lawrence, Kansas. R.B.’s debut novella The Four Profound Weaves was shortlisted for the Nebula, Locus, Ignyte, and World Fantasy awards; it was also an Otherwise Award honoree. R.B.’s novel The Unbalancing is forthcoming from Tachyon in September 2022. R.B. was born in L’viv, Ukraine. Follow them on Twitter at @rb_lemberg or visit their website http://rblemberg.net.
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26 Sep 2022

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