ọya of the electric storm (22)

ọya my chymical bride

with ọya of the electric storm my lusty chymical bride
my hierodule & chalice, i can plow her airy fields;
i reap ontological divinity when on her winds i ride

i seek out the impossible with the goddess at my side
face the seven powers, rip open the seven seals,
with ọya of the electric storm my lusty chymical bride

more than hermeneutical key, ọya makes me decide
from whence cometh my magical yields;
i reap ontological divinity when on her winds i ride

hungry like the waxing moon, she takes me deep inside
i penetrate the whirlwind & truly know how şango feels
with ọya of the electric storm my lusty chymical bride

i retreat to the darkness of ọya’s womb, not to hide
or cower, but to trust in coitus what the womb reveals.
i reap ontological divinity when on her winds i ride

i perform the great rite; i am increased. woe betide
those who deign oppose this force i can’t conceal;
with ọya of the electric storm my lusty chymical bride,
i reap ontological divinity when on her winds i ride.

© Joseph McNair;2009