The Rhythm Of The Clay Poem by King Enegoma

The moon hides its face,
And the system resets in the quiet dark.

At the lodge of the body, the architect wakes,
Laying a foundation where the red tide once flowed.
This is the Follicular Phase—the rising sun of oestrogen,
A silent command to rebuild the the temple walls.

Then comes the middle passage, the peak of the climb,

Where the body speaks in a language of white and cream.

Between the tenth and fourteenth sun, the sign appears,
A structural necessity, a bridge made of silk and water.

This is the Ovulation Window, the fertile soil,
Designed by the ancients to catch the spark of life.

The heat settles in the Luteal Phase,
As the system closes the loop on its twenty-eight-day journey.

Whether we sit to lick the examiner's ink or walk the path of health,
We do not fear the mystery of the blood.
At Ruby Seals Prep, we hold the light to the biology,

For when you master the science, you master the circumstance.

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