Risen

Naked and unafraid

I enter the sphere of self

I am the Prime Mover

The Moved

And within I

lies the inferno.

Dash your idols

Against the wind.

Release.

The plaster stayed

The mask remained

How to remove it without

Disfiguring my true self?

Slowly.

The gauze revealing polychromatic wings

A metamorphosis

My self, no longer what

I knew.

I kneel.

Lighting a match under the altar

Blaspheming false gods

From the pyre rises

My revived soul.

Risen.