I tell you all my secrets without

Any hesitation at all.

All my truths appear in a burning night.

Black plasma flames as I peer into

The cauldron of the future,

Where visions are forged and realities are made.

They must begin in the dark like worms.

They writhe and try to find their way.

I protect them with lies, like Rhea did Zeus,

Who lay in a cave while his father ate

A swaddled stone.

But you alone know.

What will you do?

Can you let him grow and guard him,

Or swallow him whole, yourself,

In the garden of good and evil.

An altar awaits.

I’ve covered the gates 

With goat’s milk and honey,

And neither money nor trouble

Will tempt the Fates.

But I will.

I will trouble your trouble for you,

And with you.

-jenn