Holding the egg with the unborn savior, I have walked along the aisles to align myself with the bones of priests. The burning flame in the tower has captured the brass glow of the evening light, helplessly clinging to the empty altar.
The light of Heaven trickles through the veil of the sky. I have reflected the slanted rays with a stained mirror.
Somewhere within the glacier is my twin, melting the endless layers with her heart.
One of the trees was painted by the Moon.
Two of the birds swallowed the stars.
Three of the branches have grown together.
The four corners of the forest joined.
Five of the disciples came here.
Six of the eggs were cracked open,
From the seventh, you came.
Eight-winged child of Earth,
Nine times denied,
Held for the first time.