Turbulations Act 1:

m e l p o m e n e
child of the sky reclined
in contemplation
space her consort
neither in time
nor out of time

in her presence
intuition bends
doubt shatters
the mind spirals outward
hot blooded
a fury of wildfire
smoke and ruin
a demi-god
hooked by the quest

what does a muse desire?
amid the desperate pleas
of a million beating hearts
this is her pursuit
to know tragedy
through experience

she melts gold
extracts herbs
gathers water
from the sacred rivers of the world
an immersion
down her temples
and throat
a warm gush
heart
belly
labia
thighs
feet now resplendent
purified
she surrenders 
a dank brew of ash venom
offered from a pregnant
black widow spider
essence of datura flower
taken beneath a full moon
it is a death
nothing more 
Within the chrysalis
all memories silenced
a woman is born
mortal
the taste of bitterness
suffering
the ecstasy of human joy
she endures a lifetime
she rests in the silence
between pain
and pleasure
gently wake from this
blotted dream

salt choked and earthbound
heart pregnant with memories
dancing through death
the grinding wheel of turbulations halts
inhale
the first breath
pierced exhale
compassion
o mistress of tragedy
caretaker of lovers
her benevolence
has no bounds
in wondrous works of art
marked by song
behold the muse
m e l p o m e n e
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