Geode Cave

Geode Cave 

I am the final dawn, I am the flood

And what was missing from those scriptures will be written in my blood

Dig down into the mud

What good is all this talk of wings when there is nothing left above? 

-Sleep Token

There is a geode cave. 

All glittering and all indigo. 

The shades awestruck in their beauty. 

Long meadow grasses raise up to the moon—  

cave walls climb up to twilight.

And I wonder what it would be like to be part of something 

without judgement and worry. Without these dual swords on my back.

While the moonlight gathers at the center, silver and opaque. 

This cave. This cave still has teeth. 

Long peaks raising and dropping from floor to sky, 

jagged edges reaching out—blood offerings waiting to be let. 

But this is a place of transformation. A place of change. 

A place with switchbacks and steep inclines and declines. 

And it’s the place where my soul resides.

Hidden away, like some lost treasure. 

If only I knew where to look. If only I knew how to find it.

xx. Rae Iolene

17 April 2026