After a period of gestation, comes the Bloom
comes the Shed,
It unfurls unto itself a previous thought and body. Skin translucent must turn to ash as she departs anew with glistening flesh.
Back to waters of an ancient place, There she meets what one thousand years of suffering was meant to endure her for.
The pressure of exhalation, in a single inhalation... takes the great Father into her belly. And writhes, she writhes until there is no pulse. The slippery tongue licking the last of his sweat. Till what lay beneath her grip, the empty shell of his incarnation. This was never a fight, it was always about surrender. And the light that brightens the empty tunnel of infinite longing, was the Eye of her maker in the rows of her black belly. Sing to me the song of Oserr, as you destroy the remnants of an old word, and resurrect the veneration of Eesu. How then with all that power, and with whom...
Who shall you send forth in these days to come?