• Vol. 07
  • Chapter 09
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You desire to taste of me
As if on a dare
I am threatening, taboo
An irresistible danger

What is it that you fear,
that you poke at, taunt,
to test your mettle?
What might I do to you?

Will I show you the prison
woven of my viscera
stitched of my sinew
in which you confine yourself?

You are fettered
by your need to control
You put blinders on me
hoping you will not see

But I have always seen
And I have the grace
to abide that from which
you have always fled

I am the magnum opus
The perfection of body and soul
I am the crucible
and I will birth new worlds