All she wants
Is her own gallery
Colored lights to shine
Air vibrating and pulsing
Music of enchantment or
That would make you submit
Forehead to the ground
wine glass overturned
All she is
stands to be a poem
written on the walls of days
She will cause you to admit
silence when your voice would betray
She will force you to permit
rule breaking and unsteady alliances
She wears on her sleeve
sanskrit prose the graffiti of some boy’s passion
while folded under her cloak
wings spell compassion
somewhere Demeter will meet up with her and renew the world
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