birth of the mother

As he emerged from earth, obliviously complete
to perfect confined unity of circles and lines that meet
Slithering tongue and venom of her psyche
Breeds strife of self, mothers divine dichotomy
Eve's knowledge- flows...in the roots of a tree
Releasing great choice, an exiled reality
Wars spirit and earth, rewards of barren sod
Knows lust of sin, of blood, of death and God.
Global gray finds way, as parameters blur and wave
delicate completion burnt, obsession Beasts crave
From birth to death seek, broken cycle life tells
a unity of energies that ultimately finds ourselves.