Red crescents drag with dogged
ease,
release of silt,
rich and encumbered flows through
valleys,
ripe,
with aging seasonal fruit,
left rotted on the weaving
vine.
Trembling turmoil extracted,
through bountiful whirlpools of
creation,
the filtered light at the end of
this lengthy way
quakes in hues of red,
caps of darkness.
Hooded vessels reign,
bathing in the primordial essence
of female.
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