Yin/Yang the goddess arose from the sea breaching the green wave, breathing air for the first time, sighing, the salt tears crusting on her cheek. She lumbered, like a sea turtle, up the beach not peopled yet those mysteries, the evolution still to follow, a vision waiting to take shape -- Did we not all come from woman and water? The goddess came out of the sea as all things at the beginning crawled out of salt water glistening scales and wet weed -- fish-mother searching for breath. The moon rises, a pale mirror casting a broken mirrored trail; the earth cradles in the ocean, and smooth, black stones fall silently through water, making circles, each unborn floats in darkness in the belly of the whale, listening to the beating of the waves: descends, gasps air and declares himself I am I alone will be a navigator, conquer continents, walk where I will: I will make no alliance with shape shifters; my ears are stone - I hear no voices but my own.. The nereids weep -- there shall be none to take him back Aphrodite, in her nacrous shell, balances on foam all softness and wet kisses. Though the sirens sing so sweetly, beware their teeth; they will consume you; they will pull you under; your tomb will go untended. Beware of water, women, and strange songs. Wear amulets of scoured glass against a dream of mermaids.
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