I Wonder from the Outside,
What it must look like, looking In,
What do you See?
Because in Here, right here in my Body,
This Golden Yellow Supple Chariot of Mine,
There’s a Galaxy of Horror and vast Love,
Dripping from every wall that holds me,
Grief, Suffering, Splendour and Luxury devour all parts of Me,
Confused I am too,
Of what my life has offered me,
This card selection that was Drawn,
They say its Kismet*,
This destruction that tore down every quarter of my Home,
Of my Mind,.
But I don’t know anymore,
Suicide found even the lights in the reflections that approached me, and ate them,
Ate even my own Prayers for hope,
Took out Sign for Life,.
There was no Tunnel, I stopped Looking,
I found myself at the knees of my death,
More times than I’ve found myself at a new Age,
Countless, Age,
Time, non- Linear,
But Here I am,
Here
Standing, Dancing, Flowing
Allowing,
Womb Singing in screams
Curating,
Birthing.
Pregnant I am in Pain,
Birthing my Children, in every Sector God wants to push out of Me,
A Vessel for Creation,
Lemons, Hibiscus,
Valerian,
Rock me to Sleep,
Whilst I lay in the Cradle of the Earth,
As she Sings Lullabies to me,
And I heal,
By waking myself out of this Shit Show,
Tired.