Hanged Empress

you suddenly remember while hanging in air in space the original rope was umbilical that to be bound is more natural than not this gap between now and your childhood was for too long severe until bamboo overhead helped unfold and establish green trees flowering wheat flowing streams flying birds flames around your head an Empress dressed in a luscious emerald-green velvet robe with three floating cranes over head your hand relaxes as if gently gripping a glowing scepter Venus’ symbol emblazoned on a shield at your feet as you feel elegant and protected under the seduction of rope of desire in the darkness of winter in the warmth of my tendrils in the supernatural impregnation and cocooning threads of all-life