the crack in the heavens--
the wound
that fills the cup,
drop by drop,
each minute fear
fills the bloodcup
and a jewel-scaled serpent
emerges--
Rainbow snake,
the daughter
of the dawn
of creation.
In her mouth
plucked from the heart of the chalice
is my heart.
She places it
tenderly
on barren sand.
Behold,
there springs a ring
of desert roses,
Eve's fertile blessing…
the garden at dawn.
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