the land that pierced through my heart with the golden spear.
it flooded my being with the grace of the whitest of Light,
willfully raceing through the crown of my head.
ever expanded,
ever surrendured.
the land of many a tear shed, for this is where her yearning womb bled.
where the mountains wed earth and sky, she too watched her body die.
where the pain of submission and ecstacy of union collide,
she too watched as her psyche concieved alive.
that land that brought breath to my being
and a child to her eyes,
remains still.
as a vital moment in time.
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