how do I extract the yolk of glory
from this shell of hell?
this furnace is fiery scary
but if I am gold as I was told
I must burn & be born
again — refined by flames.
life is a sinusoidal song,
a rhythm of seasons!
these waves make masts tremble
but my soul is submarine;
I dive in the storm & negotiate
the terms of the tides.
Source: Enigmatic Global Concept