Pregnancy domes life, the firmament.
In the beginning, let there be light. Word.
And from darkness, nothing, we all came, arrived.
The birth of a king, the sun that illuminates space and time.
Conception is the immaculate thought process which produce life, a noble court of kings.
But everything in existence stems from a queen’s womb. Reason why firmament’s blue sky imprisons dome life, same way water shelters a birth.
And again, birth is not how a ship or vessel departs, but arrive.
And arrive we have, breaking free from bondage to yet another captivity.
Woe is a woman’s labor pain with giving all life.
A task no king could bear of suffering to see in pain. The greatest gift, and only true way that divine closeness divinity is in producing life. Laboring to produce fruitful of queens in the universe. The source of our waters, a need to drink of life. Power the kingdom, university. Power you, womb majesty.
Peace, queen.
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