Aletheia Knows

Floating down
Rivers like scripture
I am cloud-speech
Reflected off waters
Smeared mascara
Myself
Saving myself
Imagine saving myself

Women rise like mountains
I twist to pass
Newly-skinned lava-slide
Mother of ash
Scrubbing crayon
From her insides
Ire-filled broken-earth
Lady of wrath sinking and
Devastating forests
With tales of her past

Smiles deeper than any canyon
I have crossed
Poisoned springs
Only cured by strong spells
I slither along her edges
As the water passes the wasteland

My heart courses
With time's secret summons
Deeper to myself
Saving myself
Imagine saving myself

While a lost aspect of spirit
Remains
Beyond the heavy curtain
Of coming-of-age
There is still this
Rushing and turning about
With my sisters
And myself
Saving myself
Imagine saving myself