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Descendant of raiders who landed on the beaches, heir to the woman who unmanned Samson, I am the daughter of waves and of memory, a fresh shoot from ancient stock. When I open my arms, the universe sets forth. When I smile, honey wells from my virgin lips. I take a step and the earth loses its balance. In my laugh, earthquakes resound, and volcanoes spurt from seven tectonic plates. The child of frivolity and modesty, I am the daughter of depravity and purity, the progeny of black and white. The tip of my finger taps the stars off track. If I close my eyes, darkness eclipses the world, until my eyelids lift bathing it in gold. And when I toss back my hair the universe shivers in recognition. I am today and I am tomorrow. Crowned queen on the throne of space. A blink, and fields foam green with wheat. I am wheat itself. I am green. The first harvest. The last.
Posted on: Fri, 13 Sep 2013 05:56:10 +0000

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