Motheeerr Poem by Lia Padena

and what were my pure thoughts
of all thoughts
and where was the continuation of yesterday
in the arms of the moon I learn to distinguish
pressures
invading steps
in the pulse of my brain
areas where
but it was still too dark
over the senses
mother Mother
and we're looking for it on the ladder
to ascend to her high wisdom
the moon looks like she's changing her dresses
she became more beautiful
for those who like evolution
just for them

then it would be an attack
  the illusion of the witch
as she climbs the same steps
a lie
she descended more
only her harassment overlaps with me
as if it were
as it happens
not in me
not in me
moothherrr
then I hid the rose of the unicorn