The seed is gestational

Plump and ripe

But time touches it

How cruelly

The blight creeps

From the inside

Darkening even the shell

Till it cracks and falls away


Then I am left empty

A vessel only for desire

The poison that erodes the walls

So subtly


Mother moon how you turn

I take solace in your ever changing

I offer you my vessel


And you touch my desire

My blight

With the reassurance

Of constant transformation

For what I am today

Is not what I will be







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