Completely dismantled - all the stock taken out of the cupboards. Strip them bare Pull apart my knowings - rip them open, let the connections be severed. Expose all the parts, every cell to the sunlight de-toxify throw away move it all around mix it, mix it skim the dross With mortar and pestle pound Her Is She mortified sufficiently yet? Has She seen it all yet? Pound Her more, take it from Her Like panning for gold ...... is there any? What will be left? The grit, the metal, the stones found at the bottom of the wash This is the new composition. Begin composing it now. Write it, sing it, melt it back together, re-Form it, re-Cognize it, breath it, dance it. Let it grow Praise the Dark One who dismantled you dear who took off your robes exposed you She took you apart - because you lusted to know Now She has filled your cells, your blue print with new possibility - bled the poison emptied the cup that it may be filled.
Glenys Livingstone December 1995 C.E.
