the scattering
god asked: am i alone?
never. i am complete
and therefore she laid her billion brilliant eggs
spawning dawning plan named man

not as mindless maggot but as conscious sperm
wriggling to their personal embryo
to be birthed with the wings they choose

in the false death of the chrysalis skin
the crust of our suffering here on earth
our scars translate to beautiful tattoos
our scars spell the scripture of the universal laws
that we write with the trial and error of the caterpillar
to forge our means of flight indestructible

earth the garden she grows to surprise herself
the delivery room for her endless wild offspring

she said she thought it only right
as alien impregnation became increasingly unlikely
she has a great sense of humor
and a smile wider than alanis

she seduces you
for she loves herself
and justly, rightly so
love yourself
for you are she

flesh, the shell of god's seed