A queen concealed
behind the mask of a male deity
your Realm, the undifferentiated
instinctual world, defines
our humanity or lack thereof
*
the earthbound laws of our world incarnate
limitations of our flesh
painful or ecstatic
your promise, trial by fire
leaves us with Bare Bones,
the beauty of which, unfathomable,
cannot be apprehended
*
the miracle of feeling
the Core of one’s existence
feared as punishment
experienced as the expiation
of hubris and its artifice
*
You rumble beneath us
shaming our lives wrapped
in the illusion of grandiosity:
we are but peons of honor
as we tread this Earth
struggling with your rules
until exhausted, we surrender
transform
or die
Pluto
