By fruition
And Intuition
I blossom...
And thereby
Multiply

And give forth
Sensation or
Cessation
Of Life

Feel my hunger
My anger
Frustration
Temptation/Revelation
Elation
Of Being

There and Then
Here and Now
What-Is-To-Be

An elastic strap
Ready to snap...

A Mother
A Child
World...
Undefiled

A star between my thighs
Society can't analyze
The depth of my womb

Twilight can't consume
The day of giving birth
And, Us,
Free-flowing
Wrinkles to the wind
Laughing,
Always laughing
As the dick of doom descends...