Kephera

I have learned

To walk backwards

With time and space;

Earth the treasury of markers

That show conjuncting moments of antiquity and me,

I have met the gods creating history;

Thieves masked in jewels,

Traitors of the womb of woman,

The seed of man,

Betrayers of themselves.

And as I rise

Above this cloud below,

Such love envelops here

Every step that has guided me

In this journey

Of Becoming

Not one of which I knew was mine,

Though each only that.