it only wants to be some mad oracle
it only wants to be holy

and the mirror
not her waking,
aching body showed,
but endless forms,
from feathered fractal
edges spilling out
a snowstorm
swirling silent
in her eyes
it only wants to be some mad oracle
it only wants to be holy
it already is one, the language just changed to "appears to be years ahead of their same-age peers in terms of knowing things"