Swirling galaxies
Tendrils snaking lifetimes
Whipping across unfathomable
Wormholes connecting
Astral hands reaching
Twisting, turning
Helix merging
Align
Slipping through cellular cracks
Sluicing red waterways
Embedding
Releasing
In primal screams
This
Terror?
All of them
In
Wrinkled
Fragile
Body
Eons
Lifetimes
Wisdom paths
Devastation
Murderer
Saint
Pedophile
Beggar
Insanity
All these times
All these directions
All these passions
Leading down greasy dark alleys
Into temples
Sparkle
Guiding sensual
Unlocking
Unlocking
A wizened old woman
Sits in her hut
Snowy tundra blusters
And she knows
That they know
She knows
Creator Nature
Mystery
Orchestrates
Community invites
True power
And so she waits
She knows
In her
Core
This is the way it is
Shaking her head
Grieving
As the stellar tendril tugs
Opening portals mind eye
She sells
Flaying before masses
For witness
For approval
For identity
For…service?
Tears and heavy beating weightedness
Draw her breath
Into
Into this Core
Of galactic swirling
Potentialities
Of that which she knows
Of that which she knows
With all of this trapped and terror
With all of this
Thin humanoid skin
Stretching
Screaming
Billions of fractals dismembering
Clawing
This
An unshakeable knowing
An unshakeable listening
An unshakeable stillness
An art
Of falling apart
And letting it come
She knows
She floats in the portals
Of illusion and Nadir
This core
It is nothing
It is something
It is
Everything
And so
One gleaming eye
On callow fretting threads
She waits
She waits
She waits
Letting Go 