female divinity
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You,
This is where you begin to take shape;
spinning and churning in a world of pre-existing chaos -
dancing and frolicking through the ever-ethereal muck of summer rubbish.
stripped of vanity -
God, our mother,
my mother,
When you formed me, incubated me
Was I apart of your being
did you speak in my voice
as I sometimes speak in yours?
