The Queen regards the whole known world and never considers it ‘discovered’;
Her Majesty unfolds as silent as the dawn, blistering at the corners.
The Queen acknowledges your deepest truth. And does not press it to you.
Her Majesty contains a quiet wisdom and a wild patience.
The Queen is still as gravestones. A nuclear winter gone to seed.
Her Majesty is wisdom, Ask at Delphi what you need.
The Queen abhors the flashy things. Her example is a diamond.
It blends and shapes within your eye. Her Majesty draws the honest lineman.
The Queen takes joy in her own royal Person, though Her flesh barely covers.
Heart afire, Burning bone. Her Majesty is not a toy!
The Queen is strong like seasoned oak, the fresh cold wind does not bend her.
Hear her whistle through the trees, Her Majesty is behind it.
The Queen is Spring reborn, Arising from the foam.
Under the downy covers, Her Majesty is feral.
The Queen conjugates the future hard; your trifles are such empty things.
She trusts her own raw judgements. Her Majesty is Kings.