Saturday, September 1, 2007

Mistress Pain enters the House of Pleasure,
and all the stars align.
She is ghostly white of face,
and deepest black of skin.
She is of every age and every nation,
for all the sensations in all the kingdoms,
are each and once the same.

Mistress Pain takes her pleasure,
and the coils of it wrap the legs in agony,
and rip the senses from their place.
Wrought of bone that breaks the body,
that is gate way to new life.

Do not snear at her coming,
every baby born must pass
through rapt deformation of the very skull,
tearing and torn from mother's hips,
whose screaming cries, come from the darkest reach of torment,
into the cries of joy of the wheel turned again.