I have become so saturated.
A sponge dripping
and creating the pools of abyss
and puddles at my feet.
Not child's play.
Instead,
A foul stargaze into an upside-down dream world
Reflection gazing up at me,
Through the ripples of a lost time.
A womb had opened up and poured forth.
An energy and river for all the land.
This was creation.
From implosion,
at it's most graceful.
She became.
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