Spinning webs
the glisten ebbs
glowing with the potent curve,
molten with the lava merge,
spirals moist
of deep dark earth
and stones sing
of ancient birth.
Tides of primal female sacra
rust of raw
and stains of ochre
cave wall echoes mystic womb,
deep dark in the hive of hum,
lunar horn and crescent born
within crimson bloom.
