Ode. 3: dedicated to domme morrigan

Genesis in narcissus, trapped by mana, the jailor,

Whose human hands work ribcages, frozen in adam

Reflected on a stream changing

You penetrated me, domme morrigan, if only in a

Sideways glance, you reflected, back at my face

Elen of the ways

By the morning, when the birds awoke, no, domme

Morrigan, you had not replaced their song

On the stream of life strung along, elen’s pathway

You came along

Sang to each other, the sunrise and plant life, this place,

Domme morrigan – not trapped in my reflection,

Adam’s ribcage, I’ll speak of you, Love’s current in

Another woman O happy song!