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Inanna, Part Four

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And suddenly

She is before me

I feel her palm rest on my heart

I feel her gently pry open my mouth

And place It inside

I feel droplets

Of cool, cool mist

Bathing my withered exterior

And I hear her

A breeze of word

Into my ear

Rise, rise

She says

And suddenly

I do.

Ascendant

I have seen the turning point

Glisten in her eye

Steam rises all

Around

Her smile

Trickster Creatrix

She hath steadied

Thy hand

Weilding

Life-sustaining

Bread

And reviving

Crystal

Waters

By my own hand

She has fed me

Risen from grave

Begging me, integral

To stand by Her side

Her determined staff

Points my way.

Light washes down

The distant beckoning staircase

She urges me forward

The gatekeepers await

I arise

I arise.

Against the weighted

Gravity of descent

I take back my body

I take back my sex

I take back my pleasure

I take back my Will

I take back my Heart

I take back my Voice

I take back my Vision

I take back my Connection

To the All

Standing tall

I take back my Connection

To the All

And carry these Dark Lessons

Into the Light

Gleaming

Star-crusted

Mirage

Reality

Above

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Inanna, Part Two

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At the final gate

Her cold glare

Sees right through

All the masks I play

Burns them away

I am Inanna

Left hanging

Dangling

By threads of myself

In Her presence.

I am Inanna

I’ve come through

Various forms of identity

Above

Being “someone”

Doing “something”

But nothing holds up to

Her glare.

In Her view

All is Void

All is Illusion

No-thing matters

Anything I build

If not real

She starves away.

I am Inanna

I think…

It’s been so long

I’ve been hanging here

Forgotten most

Of what came before

Where was I going?

Who and what do I love?

Hanging

I can feel the cold

Sharp hook

Piercing

Hanging

Frozen, it fills my stomach

Falsely

While she laughs

At my past attempts

To try to fix Her.

Ereshkigal

Void

Mother

Kali

Anorexia

She’s cruelly entertained

My Puppet Master

Bled out so much

No more tools to

Try

Forgotten is my mind

Hanging

Frozen

Amidst Her echoing laughter

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Inanna, Part One

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I am Inanna

And I feel Her

My Dark Sister

I hear Her

I cannot ignore Her

Writhing in pain and agony

Below

Pretending to occupy myself

With the bright and shiny

Above

She

Distracts

Me.

I am Inanna

And I hear Her

She pulls me

She calls me

I descend

Spiraling downward

Sometimes cycling daily

To visit

To visit.

I am Inanna

And I am dismembered

By Her

She

Pulls

Me

Down

In The End

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In the end, She

Left the Screaming

Void

Cold

Barren

Wandering

The Underworld

Released Her

She rose

Adorning Her centers

With sustenance

Rising

Aware of Teacher Shadows

Within

In the end

From sunken, starving

Catabolic scrap meat

She rose

They let Her

They honored Her

They fed Her

So that She could

Go from cold and hollowness

To the giving of Her I-ness

Her Highness

The I-ness

In the end

She left the Screaming Void

She rose