You’ve guided me, Sekhmet— there’s no turning back —
The desert is blooming — and so is my heart —
its —ripe inner — channels —are blossoming black

with their lioness beauty till there is no lack.
The moon on your temple floor loves— me —apart—
You’re guiding me, Sekhmet — there’s no turning back

The push of — your will — at the small of my back —
Which guides me —now —Sekhmet — (there’s no turning — back —
Your fierce eyes are open) — Your peace will enact

its all-needing flames, unrelenting, to track
and turn me — and toss me — until our Will — starts —
You’ve guided me, Sekhmet. There’s no turning back

the touch of — your voice —  in this close — sudden crack —
The desert is blooming — and so is my heart —
The matrix — home — center, Your temple, is — back —

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