LIGHT OF THE GOLDEN AGE - Poem

I have no more
suffering left to give
to the abyss
the sword is deep
but the wound is shallow
to fill with light
to ignite my being
and I am overcome
to it's great luminescence
across fractals upon fractals
the light it spills
from my mouth
onto the wounds of gaia
and she awakens
like a great dragon
from the depths
of her own womb
and the earth
it splits in two
and she is reborn
out of the old
and into the new

Light of the golden age

Irena

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