The subduction is irresistible.



The sudden fall out of the light into the engulphing earth…



The chariot drawn by blue-black horses,



The pull of the Plutonium.

Darker than an implosion.


Blacker than oil.


A flurry of peacock colours


As I fall out of the light


Down into the Plutonium realm.

Subduction for the good of my soul?

As hidden knowledge becomes manifest.

As if I must face this darkening?

As if I must become the Iron Queen?

As if we must submit to the new Iron age.

The plutonium is the realm of wealth-- birthing jewels of energy, of fear, of infinite power.

I, Horse-headed-Demeters daughter, Kore; am bound by cords thicker than infinity.

Life to Death.

All is zero in the gardens of the dead.