"The Splendour of the Sun." 1532.
The Solar Foetus.
Human, "of the soil"; Alien, "not of this world."
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I Foetus, dead to four lower elements,
have shed the old skin of the instincts:
acting-out, reactivity, biological dialect,
and the fight, flight and freeze imprint.
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Human drama with emotional~charge,
no-longer grabs me with its language;
feelings turn to water in the Crucible,
diStills into Wine inside the Holy Grail.
~
Mortal ideation casts mental spells,
fire dispels air, rises above its thrall;
dematerialization by magic intuition,
re-Etherealization by Puff of dragon!
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The fifth Ether of Dust, Myst and Flour,
leavens the Bread inside my Observer;
just as below, Salty~Blood coagulates,
solidifies quantum Flesh of the Foetus!
~*~
