24/08/2026
The wildlings are calling today, saying, become the goo inside the chrysalis. Let this ocean body move through your bloodstream, carry away the toxins held there for eons. The golden dome is being constructed through angel breath and dragon wings and find within that home the place where all this sludge can decompose and return to its source. Carry me into this crystal chrysalis, and let all things I call “me” vanish for a sweet time. Vanish and become golden. Become something truer.
I carry this essence on my skin today, and thank old dragon pine for carving out the banks of the river to make space for the lessons seeped in the toxin-clearing oysters lining the sandy shore.