Isis, the rainbow of sapphire mysteries
You are the calling I hear from the wind in my bones
O mother of life begotten from your womb of light
We rise now out of the masculine death that is Jehovah's enslavementIn the fullness of sweet woman's blood and faerie rageOur touch blossoms like the tides of earth we are strong
to come again
I believe in the goddess, the movement for life
Formed by our generalist, brightening for our powerless
and suckling our struggleBy the rose in my chakras I tap the androgyneWith you, our love is revolt
With you, we are each atoms of significanceDiana, my lover of Amazons
My Triumph of faggot witches
Feed us the lunar nectar.
Between poems and tearsBetween silence......and celebrations
And guide us to destroy the machinery that alienates us
Then shall our captors parasite upon themselvesO, Kali, the source, the destroyer, the return
In Pain's dignity, yourr face is behind our faces
We are strong to come again