paradise

muses and priestesses
spin to the fore.

infinity of heaven sparks.

water everywhere prepares to speak.
earth and sky, to tumble as lovers.
surfaces to shimmer and split.

for every contained paradise
there were ten tie-downs,
and she, great mother,
had eleven freshened swords.

protector destroyer giver of life
she and she and she,
mothers to all.

and as this it was;
paradise came.

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