I planned the Atlantic subdual,
And gave a cross into her hands,
Dwelling darkly in a diminutive swell,
The paths I lead to burn.
And through the fire of our intersection,
We find a ghostly and transformative result,
By which you choose to end
Maternity’s cerebral fluctuations.
I pulled apart the seams,
And know before we leave,
There was an absolute reconstruction
Of the past as forfeiture for our addendum.