Falling of
My inner realms.
Calming in
What I've decieved.
Laid on,
Outstripped.
Crushed myself -
Reveal belief.
In my womb
Ripen fruit.
Not a child,
But adept.
He is bound
To myself,
As I bound
To himself.
Digits strength
He will embrace.
Cosmic winds
Blow in his face.
He and I
Is of one -
Sacrifice
For people's clan.
Ripen fruit
© Copyright: Easter, 2002
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