Prophetess

She came when it was not yet
Dusk; shrouded Prophetess;
Wires on her head electrified
That were her white with black
Hair before the magic of the
Sunset; and the pride of dusk.

She
Said
Magic
Is
A
Way
To
Me
And
I
A
Way
To
Magic
That's
Reciprocity
The
Thunder-clouds
Why,
They
Were
Full
Breasts
Full
Breasted
And
I
Was
A
Flower
Beware
Beware

She came when it was not yet
Dusk; shrouded Prophetess;
Wires on her head electrified
That were her white with black
Hair before the magic of the
Sunset; and the pride of dusk.

by Emmanuel George Cefai

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