Navel of Delphi

The earth lets what has come from

her stand--cutting herself from the

navel of Delphi, her center.

Her thumbprint, a mere hollow like a

black olive--a cavern to elementary

depth.

A bellyful of serpent, immune to the

claustrophobia of self-digestion.

Skin coming out of skin, coming out

of skin, coming out of skin--then

halfway.

Awash in scales--the unconscious

broken down.

Scratching precious stones.

Reviews

[Davidgeo]

This is kind of a panty dropper I cannot lie. (especially for the silurians)

[Onoma]

I had to look up: silurians--your comment was refreshing. Thanks for reading David.