In a cave of rebirth and
As monumental life
Surges through me
The Dragon in my mother
Arises, spewing fire
And ascerbic words;
I kill the psyche of the
Man, knowing I am
At the entrance of
Dragongate where
All my wishes are
Fulfilled. The man,
Who yesterday snatched
All hope, who today gives
Up soap and the Dragon
Across Dragongate lends
Me a rope. I set the vegetables
Aside and cling to the rope
With all my might; for what
Is right is right and what
Is wrong is wrong. I set asleep
In the other world where
Fairies play beneath mushrooms.
The dragon caresses me
Soothing my wounds as
Life races through me
And my spirit wins;
Sitting inside Dragongate
I vow to build a fortress
Of fortitude, of love and solitude.
In the morning the Dragon releases me
And my Mother's venom grips
Her heart; home and hearth
Soothes my soul; and I take
The the role of a Dragon in
Body and in mind; the violence
Abates in my Mother as she
Realises the venom she is
Filled with against her maids
And mother and she seeks
Something divine and raises
Her thoughts to the higher mind;
She caresses her wounds,
Self-inflicted and all and
Vows sweet words as her
Love is lost; I peek inside
Dragongate and foray into uncharted
Territories, travelling the world,
Keeping mum; Dragongate
Is on Holy Eagle Peak!
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