Pregnant again !
Little did I know
That a stubborn hero,
Wiggling his way to victory
Exhausted but triumphant
Would deliver the precious seed.
Trembling, I offered the Oracle
A golden drop.
At last the color spoke:
Yes!
Oh Maculate Conception!
I am twice chosen
My womb has been rented
My solitude breached.
The invader within
That pearl of pure will
Reaches out to the future.
I am a handmaiden once again
A launching pad
A rocket stage to be discarded
When my beloved new astronaut
Navigates to his own star.
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Author:
Berthold Lippel (
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