Running past
A slim swift figure
Vibrant in blue striped shirt
And red moccasins
All trim thighs and short skirt
An influx of unconscious content
Palely shining in the half-light
With an uncomfortable fixity
And a far from encouraging look

She comes as an emissary
From the all in all
With an aggressive vitality
That never fails
Nervy and transgressive
Betraying no agitation
Bits of confetti
In her hair

In her bones lives
The Blue Goddess of Speech
Who sweetens all things
Who adorns sex for sex
Who leans out the window
Laying bare her ripeness to
Mellow the behaviour of men
The crown from the bottom of the sea
Whose body is manifestation

Now she has passed beyond my view
The blue eyed transmitter from the ice lands
Following the path of experimental individualism
Fecund with sublime symbols
Intentional but not functional
She who brings peace
A strange thing in this dark place
Sliding down Negley Hill

About ubu507

memory documentation and manipulation
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