where he had been dreaming
on the deck, about Medusa.
"Something has changed,"
he thinks, as he walks in on
a sensual dance party, exploding,
in the belly of the boat.
He quickly makes himself
a Wall-Flower. Like the lining
of the uterus, he knows
he'll be shed eventually,
but for Now, he is unseen,
and a part of the festivities
-not yet a sacrificial
King. He watches
the Feminine test the strength
of her container. He looks
around, for what is it, that might
be holding all of this Womanhood?
Then, he witnesses Persephone,
moving in wide arcs, around them.
The Nymphs make eyes
with her, as she comes close
to this One, or that One,
with a dip, or a disco-finger.
"There's the One they are
testing," he whispers,
"From Here, I will hold
the One Who is Holding."
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