Triple Goddess Crone

Protection pours In stores without withheld Will you hold The ever flowing waters To bed within A womb In protean walls- Mastered birth Within abyss Orbit darkness And kiss the chasm Emptiness A list a long and silvery as Birch in snowy dunes Beneath the hills A patchwork Played jigsaw Pruned A wall A door A …

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Hands

Dream only of my holy hands Forsaken lost and damned Break these waters Break These Waters I demand I stand on one hand Bare and broken Dream only of my holy hands Forsaken lost and damned Break these waters Break These Waters I can't stand This nonsense Dream only of my holy hands