Clay of God

"Mould from clay!" said the divine, from these ribs we shall make our art that is fine. We shall celebrate with the innocence of thy wine, and mourn with the thickness of her bread. Everything divine is moulded, but everything divine is never a straight line, for man is the perfection of art - and only he knows the line. Let him take the clay that he desires, lest he throw it into the beastly fires. Fetch it to me if you know how to mould, for one can only make clay within the cold. This is the story to be told, of Lilith, fire and rib - she does not but take from the crib, for that is Samael, the breaker of rib. He is the one who bathes in fire, she is the one who bathes in desire. Let it be said that this is true, from God comes clay, rib, and fire too.