Friday, September 24, 2010

Eternal Chao

Eternally wandering through
the impossible unrealities
Taking respite a nonce
to enjoy the adventure
or in hiding caverns of woe
for a decade or so.
No dragons nor maidens have I
to return to.
Unlimited by sky,
falling as I yearn to
through luminous translucent
layers gorgeously etched
feathered and free.
Reassuring embrace; firm, gentle touch ...
I tell the ache in my heart:
break out, grow
angelic arms, malleable in form
able to reach each troubled
artery; ease the anger,
dissipate pain of insanity.
I am Mother, Daughter, Holy Crone.
I am eternally
my own.

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