Deep, deep, deep, pain.
So deep that only the bravest will go.
Its hard to breath this deep.
Its hard to move this deep.
Its hard to just BE THIS DEEP.
But I have BEEN THIS DEEP BEFORE.
I remember that I cried and wailed
and gave my pain to GAIA,
asking for re-birth again and again.
I will do this again,
and again and again.
Re-birthing, re-birthing, re-birthing,
its hypnotic rhythm a luscious siren song.
Medusa, I hear you calling.
I am awaiting your devour,
your anhilation of all that does not serve.
Chew me up and spit me out,
let all your enzymes change me.
What remains is my alchemy,
the Changeling I am to become.
New and dripping with life,
a prism of sun and liquid on a crystalline wing.
I arch my back as I await your arrival,
death and birth being one and the same,
so that each death is followed by the peace of emergence.
Medusa, I hear You calling.