The Oracle

This oracle,

Void in its impotence,

Calls for my attention.

And I, solicit and obedient,

Behold the face of my dying master,

The very same master

Which chained me

To the chains of misery and truth,

And whose totem

I carve as a childish hobby.

And, all around it,

Everything is fun and child's play,

Extending into the starry sky,

The backbone of the Milky Way,

A tribute to June and her fertility.

Symbol of womanhood and,

At the same time, the toils and hardships,

Of just been born a child bearer.This oracle,

Void in its impotence,

Calls for my attention.

And I, solicit and obedient,

Behold the face of my dying master,

The very same master

Which chained me

To the chains of misery and truth,

And whose totem

I carve as a childish hobby.

And, all around it,

Everything is fun and child's play,

Extending into the starry sky,

The backbone of the Milky Way,

A tribute to June and her fertility.

Symbol of womanhood and,

At the same time, the toils and hardships,

Of just been born a child bearer.