true to Us –

She was born under a hard-light, arms

sheltered and Strong; her lips

pursed She utters a Prayer of belonging, hope

for her Children, intense generation of

fulfilled Restraint; she

belongs to this army of Night that awakens

in all of Us

a Surging of blood, a Soothsaying knowledge

of Purpose

and Intent -- Who is it

who will Stoop before her beauty and

be Alarmed

by her Presence?

We cannot keep Time, here, we

shudder with an archaic aching

of bone and flint; we

wake to waves flowing over our

bodies as

we succumb

to an attainment subtle and Sharp --