She who strides the helices that direct panspermia;
She who blessed us with two less opposable phalanges;
our secret Mother, Lilith: twenty-five-ribbed meat-grinder.
born in the sea foam
tiniest glimmering light
sparkling little stars
soothing the waves in her path
until the ocean stood still
it was hers to rule
the blue water around her
the swell her heartbeat
sea shell bones and eyes of pearl
on her head a crown of salt
within her pulse beats
the rhythmic pace of the tide
inhaling, the calm
exhaling, the raging storm
her smile brings forth the sunrise
she brings a balance
sinking ships in her tempest
holding the sailors
gifting them a peaceful death
singing as their souls ascend
and they die happy
surrounded by song and surf
sailing on sunset
chasing the moon's reflection
in her chariot of waves