Practice

I have felt you against my soul, from the time they enchanted giants to the sky and devils to the soil. I taste you like molasses against my saliva, like bone gristle and fatback. Tell me your name. Your goddess name, the one they gave you when thunder first scared Adam in his sleep. The one they whisper on bended knees and with sacrificial wines. I have known you since darkness and nothingness.

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