Fairy-taled to believe
that you are a ball of Butter.
Then made to believe that someone
stepped upon you and a giant
leap for Mankind. All those
lonely nights spent gazing
at your varying geometry,
wondering what you are made
of and how you are engaged
in my making. Making
of my Body and the orbit
of my perception
Just when I was about
to figure, you changed shape
to be more elusive to my eye blinded
by the fallacy of light. Only when my
eye began to see Darkness empowered by
light within did I unveil the many secrets
of your changing form. Though only
a reflection you had the power to
manipulate the maternal fluids to
manage my Birth and thou shall
also have a hand in my Death.
You have been the
revolving Door to
my knowing.

Love & Grace


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