My womb traverses the centuries.
The awesome spells of Time.
Where there is no beginning
Only darkness, silence, chaos.
The only light that exists is the womb.
I am the beginning.
My womb prepares the sacred rituals of birth.
I am a woman.
Not fragile.
No daughter of man.
Zues' brow was not my cradle.
My thighs are the steel and granite that support the universe.
I am lightning.
The mountains fear my anger.
