I am a daughter of light<\/p>\n
I walk the territories of seasons<\/p>\n
In wild daylight, when colors beat<\/p>\n
In the twilight when sunsets smoke<\/p>\n
And deep in the dense waters of night<\/p>\n
I walk on my bare feet that flicker<\/p>\n
As they touch the red earth of the world<\/p>\n
The land that avoids recording certain paths at times<\/p>\n
But always, temporarily, records the tracks<\/p>\n
(which I ignore on occasion, when<\/p>\n
What I understand demands consistency)<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
I am a daughter of life<\/p>\n
I know about movement<\/p>\n
I am able to move<\/p>\n
(not only in dreams<\/p>\n
seeking your warm body mine<\/p>\n
— that thrill of finding you<\/p>\n
when it occurs we are one)<\/p>\n
physically alone<\/p>\n
among the things that breathe, mutate<\/p>\n
among the motionless<\/p>\n
in and past geographical spaces and words<\/p>\n
which fail to hold me back and<\/p>\n
certainly, cannot possibly hold me in<\/p>\n
This might explain it all<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
My skin is full of imperfections<\/p>\n
They need not all be understood<\/p>\n
It is not necessary<\/p>\n
It is not utopia<\/p>\n
It is not even a bad<\/p>\n
It is simple, like saying<\/p>\n
I am a daughter of light<\/p>\n
Which is just saying that<\/p>\n
And not<\/p>\n
that shadows do not exist, or darkness<\/p>\n
Nor is it a poetic way<\/p>\n
Of speaking of<\/p>\n
Evil<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Evil is Man\u2019s obsession<\/p>\n
He, exceedingly ill<\/p>\n
Builds restricted spaces<\/p>\n
To play I rule<\/p>\n
Pretending<\/p>\n
he feels no panic\u00a0In front of life<\/p>\n
Playing toy houses, picking<\/p>\n
Dolls from a catalog<\/p>\n
To use them, press them into<\/p>\n
Walls, thrust them onto<\/p>\n
Beds of dread and grief<\/p>\n
Playing Be a Man:<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
The Misogynist God<\/p>\n
The Abusive Husband<\/p>\n
The Rapist Soldier<\/p>\n
The Psycho Merchant<\/p>\n
Terrorizing women<\/p>\n
Terrorizing men<\/p>\n
Hurting, always<\/p>\n
Obsessed<\/p>\n
With metal decorations<\/p>\n
Oh lord of the Patriarchal Universe<\/p>\n
Arrogant ignorant<\/p>\n
Cheered by all cowards<\/p>\n
Incapable of listening incapable<\/p>\n
Of reasoning,<\/p>\n
Of controlling his fear<\/p>\n
Of letting be or letting do<\/p>\n
Incapable of living<\/p>\n
Without assassination<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
I am a daughter of knowledge<\/p>\n
Centuries long I know who Man is<\/p>\n
I am profoundly familiar<\/p>\n
with his boundless well<\/p>\n
Of violences which he enforces<\/p>\n
His booby words, his killer kisses<\/p>\n
His countless medal coins<\/p>\n
Sweating a fever of weakness, fear and death<\/p>\n
All He touches turns into Hell<\/p>\n
For Hell is all He can envision and execute<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
He has nothing to teach me<\/p>\n
He cannot prevent me knowing<\/p>\n
He cannot stop my movement<\/p>\n
Not his walls, not his trenches<\/p>\n
Not his prisons, not his graves<\/p>\n
Which he builds for every living being<\/p>\n
He has failed:<\/p>\n
He cannot destroy my intelligence<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
(And I wonder what you<\/p>\n
have to do with such an idiot, nor I<\/p>\n
with his species, nor our love<\/p>\n
with the ceaseless wars of<\/p>\n
such an imbecile tyrant.)<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
I move on like light, trusting my flight<\/p>\n
Shifting freely in space<\/p>\n
In knowledge (which He distorts)<\/p>\n
In laughter (which He demonizes)<\/p>\n
In love (which He disregards)<\/p>\n
Because I am not a daughter of fear<\/p>\n
My source is motion<\/p>\n
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