SHADOW OF POWER, SHE IS ALL PEACE AND DESIGN

Sterotypes, sitting pretty bootless
Testing out sound on and along her silence, parting the dark
She's woman, not legs nor legless not lipstick
Distance in that still squint robed and smooth, woman

What has she broken off a thousand time out through iron steel
Sparks no flowers what
Has she embraced again in and within and beyond
The yolk of the sexes through on to sky?

She doesn't know but she is ecstatic and mad
All the crazed, forming ignorance into flame
That feels and preys and knows no stone so that
Some days read like stale cigarette butts with no end in sight

Nothing fake she wants to break
Through air cleanly and gently
Bending at the waist as clouds whizz past.