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Double Wedding Today the double marriage couple one resplendent the brides train is centuries old the groom is flanked by heralded attendants. Here marries Poetica and her groom Language Latin, she gauzed and veiled he bow-tied, buttoned up properly grammared. Each together stood paired to Mystery before friends and family assembled. The second wed is Musica her songs from the heart betrothed this day to Groom History and Art. So many centuries each placed upon our table, visitations,and images; fulsome representations many-flamed lineages fiery-eyed educations, grand schema diamond streamed all lovingly bequeathed us, their cultural children and offspring. Guests from ancients to Moderns Old Schoolers to Dadaists all sat together in the over-aching garden each heart melodied by now one song united. Sweet Poetica, best Friend to Musica embraced under the tree where knowledge first lived where love first moved Adam and Eve. Now both stand 'neath another Tree in the Garden of Matrimony where pledges, vows and promises leap from heart to heart each bound by the abiding faith that we can re-fashion our lot from Dark Sin to Pearls of Mystery. Language compared his notes with Art, representational and others all rose inundated by falling flower petals. Such a grand day in human times when cultural endowments wed grandly in the heavens exchanging promises and vows. "I shall thee wed" Poetica said to Language proud "I shall love all thy grand expanses as well as thy nuances." "To thee I also pledge" Language spoke gathering her about him kissed her the kiss which all true love is made of; his voice recounting all the ways his love would be revealed, unshrouded. "In these words my love for you will live immortalized, as long as eye can see and heart can beat I shall love you." Musica her vows begun sang her groom a music from deeper depths where silences wed each moment glorious loving sound. Art brushed her sculpted face a tear from both descending his vow to her a painting such immortal never-ending. Such joy in heaven never was Celestial Bells Ringing angel flights at heaven's heights star-dusted the wedding. The Gods lay down took to bed weeping happy for them content for all eternity this double wedding dreaming the greatest gift of all to them: the Gift of Loving Culture. |
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