the transit of venus
a hymn to hecate
slow mutations
from flash floods of memories
as the eyes go up to the window on the door
a flood of energy engulfs and lifts me up
shot through space
an image appears in the black window
it is the past
it is the future
it is home
the three form goddess
lost her heads
through eons of persecution and self sacrifice
the aeons will awaken
gather their heads and their wits
in order to get through that door
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