Seven By Seven

“When she had finished her incantation,

She pinched off fourteen pieces of clay,

And set seven pieces on the right,

Seven on the left.

Between them she put down a mud brick.

She made use of a reed, opened it to cut the umbilical cord,

Called up the wise and knowledgeable

Womb goddesses, seven and seven.

Seven created males,

Seven created females,

For the womb goddess is creator of fate ”

Phata Xul

The sin is smooth and tick, like mud in the path to freedom
It beckons far and wide amidst the bogs, the spidery web of ancient watery graves

Foggy are the lanes by which The Kings and Queens shall inherit the valley of shadow and death

Ask me not the dreams and lust of a night walker

Thunderous mighty evenings, forever in lust and twisting