Woman

Woman
Woman, once a pyramid of rising rapture,
when exactly in your history did they block
your flame and turn it into dying embers
emitting pillars of smoke?
When did they clip your wings and blast your fragrance to turn on the fumes of poison?
Woman, who came to earth in triple light
of wisdom, well-being and carnal desire
when did they succeed in suppressing your potency ,
 bottle it with a cork and screw, and whenever you tried to break the cover, who taught them to hack you to death and call out," Look, this is how we deal with hysteria?"
Throughout ages they built myths, both hideous and deceptively beautiful.
The Angel of forms and the secret of hidden ethers,
you are still what you are, in spite of the destroyers and deniers,
your voice resonated:
"I am awake, not dead."