and that point is blue: saturated blue, suffused blue, steeped blue,
drenched, dis-embodied, curved-curled-coiled crystalline celestial blue
I have been here before, Clever’s head thinks, surveying blueness.
Clever (her blue leap freshens energy, renews purpose): Here is a story. Hear my story.
From social roles to biological roles, the sisters shapeshift.
Crone: … the tiresome corpuscle speaks …
Virgin <spins eye to look out beyond>: … what gets tiresome are trials and studies! … now eye looks just because i want to see! …
Mother <sniffles>: … moody, broody … i weep for what is motherless …
Clever (dauntless; yells story to unseeable audience): I come on the Vixen’s quest, for a relic that will expel the Alchymist. Vixen is the childhood friend of our Holy Virgin Mother, Queen of Heaven. You know Her, right? That makes my search a good thing, right?
Virgin <claps with delight>: ... eye sees Her! … <grimaces> … and Her awful twins! … way, way, way off over there! Virgin-Mother! … my role-model! unblemished purity! ... She’s long, long, long gone from us here! … She tumbled headlong into gross matter! ... fell or leaped! …
Crone: ... or was pushed … what a prude ... good riddance …
Mother <rouses herself; channels Primordial Motherhood in a fearsome voice>: ... A CHILD ... MY CHILD …
Crone: … oh, stop bellowing … you parturient sow …
Mother: … A CHILD’S QUEST RETURNS HER TO THE MOTHER …
Clever (daunted; what she hears is become personalized; what she hears is the voice of the Tailor’s Wife): Mama! Mama! Is that you? Are we dead? Am I dead?
Mother <agitated, yanks eye from Virgin>: …
Virgin: … ouch! …
Mother <scolding Virgin>: … this child needs looking after with the eye …
Virgin: <aside> … mothers can be so demanding! … simply impossible!
Mother: <inserts eye> … EYE SEES YOU, MY CHILD …EYE WATCHES OVER YOU, MY CHILD …