Xe is an exuberance
vine and leaf and node and green and
                                                                          reach
Golden Pothos, or 
Xyr Unspeakable Lightness, one Rue ThaDay
Long may Xe reign

Xe knows what it is to 
                                            grasp
to carry 
the holy dapple of noonlight through the canopy forest
so far from home that 
the rain is not but
half-remembered and poorly-brought by 
The Grieving Widow, 

they are forgiven. Of course they are forgiven. They are, always for

Rue knows only magnanimity, 
                                                        inimitably.
Xe is no stranger to wilt and pestilence and time. 

to not
enough
light 

Xe understands what The Widow cannot.
yet.  
        cannot yet.

cannot yet realize that since they are holding these: 
        a quasar 
        a star
Impossible Tragedy and Unbearable Transcendence 

in just 
one 
hand.

the other is left free, outstretched west toward the sun.