Sacred Contracts XIII: Reincarnate

I.    
Facing the Medusa of his absence    
Solidified her into a landslide of      
Bloody lava desperately crawling    
Toward the salvation of water.    
     
Each part of her that split enroute    
Tumbled over dried bones of obstacles    
Until their delta'd fingers beseeched    
The whole of itself to turn back.    
     
A piece of her survived, pulled into    
A salt water horizon by a waxing tide.    
She became like rolling milkweed caught  
In undercurrent over a seabed's sediment.    
     
After months of dry-heaved emptiness    
She bloomed; Acropora splayed as French    
Lavender exfoliating her lifeless cells from      
the surface of her scarred appearance.    
     
II.    
We may never realize how gelid    
We've become until an ember stings    
Our skin like a wasp, reminding us of    
Alchemy's origin amid our true purpose.    
     
Nothing is lost through emptiness.      
The part that survives regenerates;    
And, what was abandoned to die    
Decomposes only to reincarnate.    
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