(Written July 18, 2023, a meditation on the role of woman through the ages)
Handing over your power
So used to it
I mean, that's part of what's so funny
He can't even carry that shit anymore
He tightens his grip
As his hands turn to stone
All he has held so long
Runs through his fingers like so much sand
Let's give a new meaning to corridors of power, shall we?
Everyone wants you, needs you
To possess you, or to BE you
And you just keep handing it over
You give from yourself until you're empty
When You have access to IT ALL
The reversed pyramid
It's everything you know, to ALL OF THEM
Woman giveth, and woman taketh away
The endless thread is woven through the ages
We are the mystics, the river that flows
We are the gateway
So, stand well back
Have some respect
You have no concept of our power
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