Anima Mundi

This is where black breaks open into bright bleeding feeling as souls suffer the fire of flesh to enter arena Earth screaming searching the ether for Adam and Eve's answer to forbidden fever while angels wear snake skins of war to remember the carnage of this theater and demons adorn their horns with the rose thorns of newborns, in the blue garden of aging Eden every breath has a burn, every flame forewarns denuding knowledge of it's pretenses, unveiling appetites and their prices, we begin to realize that the Great Mother is a killer as well as a provider for our vices feeding us the fruits of fortune along with the fate of decay building our bones, branding the brain, electrifying, crucifying and rectifying our clay, she communicates, educates and fascinates with looks of lightning and sandy kisses the Mistress of Lucifer and Christ, she supplies the wood, nails and rain for our wishes, civilizations rage, rumble and crumble in the judgment of her storms there's mud and rock for every foot of fury, a cave and castle for all who defy the norms, in her imperial urn she will cremate your eyes in flames of crude oil baptise hearts in pools of rose water filtered through eons of soul soil, her gravity will grind you to the ground where grief grafts prayers from tears, in the sanskrit of sunrises she will summon songs that give your love ears, this cradle and cataclysm of her erratic elements is where hearts are born and buried, Earth, a womb and tomb of ancient bloom, oasis in eternal space where life is carried - J.A.B.