Mother Nature is also
Maiden and Crone,
the potential for all things,
and herself alone.
There is twilight wisdom
under the great moon
amid the falling leaves,
when she fucks off
by herself to do as she pleases
and deals with her salty
kindred and their
civilized diseases
with corrective dispatch.
She will catch you as you fall
but snatch your ears
for you and your edges, too.
She is closer to heaven and
its counterpart and has learned the art
of the Holy Headslap.
She bites not to be mean
but to teach you what teeth are
for. And what's more
what sharp teeth she has!
You will face death in many forms
before you eventually pass,
but if she can help it, not
disgrace, because she raised the ass
you mean to show. And if you know
you know, she has beaten it
only to give you leather
for the steel of the world.
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