This Great Womb Poem by Madrason .

Eros dancing on the cutting edge
is sharpening his destiny
there is no greater goal
than cleansing the soul
with sweat and blood
feeding what's right
with some decent fight
from iron men have wrought
the form they have sought
and even beyond
to their Surprise
these lusts make wrongs
forever throngs
to press upon
and wrinkled through the years
does madness run trough fears
not to succumb to dailiness
to not seek refuge in safeness
there is no heaven alike this haven
before this forlorn sheep is shorn
it could do without it's wool too
and harden with the weather's cool
sooth the fire when too hot
or suffocate right on the spot
where death becomes a grateful bliss
to do without what you can miss
embrace silk curtains with steel
hardened by rightful choices
it is not soft on stone to kneel
and feel the tears of ages run
whispering with meta voices
which from these cracks escaped
and from which all truth has spun
the echoes of all sages
for Truth erodes even explodes
to bring new forms,
explores
for it is the infinite creator
who needs no explicator
to just explain existence
from a distance! . M