blasphemy she let leak

In a native land

Soma holds the flesh of 

another

in

Her clammy hands

Her palms are sweating,

her mind is regretting

All the psalms she didn't sing

all the blasphemy 

she let leak

from tiny

Perforations in her veins 

Now, someone else

holds the reins

While she suffers

shivers of cold

and pain

Unimaginable 

The mystic kisses 

her fingertips

The mystic licks her lips

healing every wound

received since

exiting 

The womb-

Soma is shoved back into infancy,

in a fetal position crying

The shaman, the medicine woman, 

the mystic 

Takes both her hands

and blows powdered

smoke up her nose

Until Soma can't see

a thing,

Until she can see

the meaning, 

Until Soma can witness

her ancestors in bubbles

of starlight,

Until Soma knows

that everything

is going to be

alright