The Goddess is with child.
A labour of love
squeezed through the churning pores
of transformation.
Once more I am dust
for the grinding wheels of light.
An inferno birthed into
a body of flame
too small for its intensity.
I am an opening unwilling to be fed
by anything but passion.
I walk upright into the day
but behind the industry of being
Her whirling alchemy
shatters another crucible
as it manifests
darkness into flowers,
blood into radiance.
