Crown And Tiara

Throughout all human history
and across all the continents
royalty and aristocrats
have worn the crown and tiara.

Precious metals and rare gemstones.

Clear crystals that sparkle like stars.
Golden crystals like Jupiter
and Saturn. Red crystals like Mars.

Royalty and aristocrats
walked with the stars around their heads
and their heads were among the stars.

The message was that was their place.
Royalty and aristocrats
belonged with and maybe came from
the stars the beautiful colors
that glitter high above this world.

Royalty and aristocrats
don’t exist in the same way now.
No one pretends the stars are home.

Still when we stand outside at night
the real stars are around our heads.
The same stars that have glittered down
throughout all human history
and across all the continents.

Nobody would ever mistake
me for a king. I can’t wear stars.

But when we stand outside at night
the real stars are around our heads.
The same stars that have glittered down
throughout all human history
and across all the continents.

We wear them. Even if we can’t.

I can point to them. Jupiter.
Saturn. Mars. And all the bright stars.

We wear them. Even if we can’t.

I am trying to get better
at standing up under these things.

We wear them. Even if we can’t.

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The Hidden Princess Of Mount Shasta




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