A prayer to Cetus

Cetus, churning in the deeps,
Creating currents, cycling the depths
That feed our lives, our souls,
Through which arise that potentientiating chaos,
A wellspring of all that may yet be.
The muscular rasp of scales sliding, sinuous
In heaving, heavy darkness
Is an answering churn within me.
Great Beast, may I come to know
My own deep rhythms,
To ride their flow,
An understanding shaped
By pressure and by pain,
By grief in the darkness,
And illuminating rage.
Cetus, Great Beast, accept this offering, I pray,
As for your teaching, I thank you.

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