Catalyst

upon entry
past portal lips,
nerve synapses snap.
i thrust through.

this direct yet narrow path,
a journey of viscose darkness
which beckons to center

pressing inward
to hidden chamber,
i pulse forth.
i die, yet live again.

wedded in
belly stoked fire
and breath born sigh,
spirit gestates flesh.

drenched in primal release,
a beginning's birthed.
i come to be.

april 2004