this old blue jewel continuously
reinvents herself
through orderly chaos
using beautifully destructive forces
to tear herself down and rise again
in unimaginable creativity
she is her own god forever conjoined
with the serene sky
the strands of creation
emitting sparks from her fingertips
fashioning transcendental elements
into a supernatural world
june two thousand thirteen
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I recall the day
she was thin
wearing a new
eggshell white t-shirt
innocently smiling
The passage of time
reshaped her views
becoming impartial
to the crescent
and the cross
Continuing to mature
languor set in
her spirit seemingly
broken in half
her desires numb
Feeding on earth
she became pregnant
with knowledge
bulging like a gibbous
and loud as a siren
Her finest moment
exposes all that is dark
shining light on
an uncertain world
full of hope
and trepidation
august two thousand twelve
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